A View from the Broken Heart
There will come a time
When all your heartaches
Try to haunt  you,
To shred the weak defenses
You must build to mend your soul.

They will stand in line
And wait impatiently
For moments
When you must hear their echoes taunt
In harsh "I-told-you-so's".

Maybe you can find
Amidst their fragments
And your teardrops
A time when sweet discretion
Or submission should be due;

Try to keep in mind
The youthful person
Whom you once were
Would have to stumble much the same
To see the things you do.

- Drew Davis
to POET page
DAVIS index