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

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