Morning Shattered Poem by Midnight Clarity

morning breaks my heart
pulling me from night’s caress
back to the lonely of my bones
head aching for a shoulder
curve of back
begging for a spoon,
surround of arms
to anchor me
give texture to my skin
as fingers whorl and print me
with sensation.
Love does not conquer all
but it can mute the pain,
the barb of wired words
thrown careless, thoughtless
in the air
sharp shuriken that slash
the soul and rub the nose
into the acrid bitter
of frustration
at not being understood
low totem crawling in the dust
love does not conquer everything
pain killer, killer pain
that rends the morning shattered heart
into even smaller pieces
turning any thought of dreams
to slimy monsters in the dark
fear wrestling with faith
and nearly winning…
a risk I will not take
for just a moment in the sunshine
that will not heal a broken heart