So post number #175 it is
Unbroken Again
A cracked glass can’t be stuck again
That grandma of a person croaked.
We are in the age of Fevikwik and ready
smiles.
So what if it is a plastered one
For the cameras?
They are better than fake candids atleast
The other day I realized
That my heart got unbroken
I could feel only the feeling
That I couldn’t feel anything
And a twinge of sadness
That
I’m not a wailing idiot
His star crossed lover.
My smile used to be a band aid over a
bullet hole
Now the hole is no more
And my smile is whole again
But then
Why do I still mourn the hole?
had to look up 'Fevikwik '. I think a plastered smile can grown on the wearer. that's why the hole is no more and the smile remains
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Keep Smiling
much love...
Can we fall in love with pain? ... really love that last line.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I think sometimes more than happiness
DeleteI had to look up "Fevikwik" too, (it was worth it)
ReplyDelete"Why do I still mourn the hole? "
Ya! Why do we do that? This was done very well, if that's such a term.
: )
ZQ
Just realized fevikwik isn't universal :P
DeleteThank you!
Mourn the hole no more! It is simply a mark of the journey toward strength. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThank you , ma'am! :)
DeleteIt is always a good thing when the heart gets unbroken. The hole means there is still an absence, but perhaps the narrator has learned to live with it.
ReplyDeleteThe hole gets filled but the place lives in memory i guess
DeleteSometimes as we take time to heal we become accustomed to the pain...missing its place in our lives...I love the healing and the moving forward from it although scary....perhaps that is why we miss the hole.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
I agree
DeleteThis is so incredibly raw and poignant... sigh.. 💘
ReplyDeleteThank you sanaa! :)
DeleteIt is good when our heart repairs itself, but yes, still the loss remains.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Yes it does :)_:(
DeleteYes. Oh, it was a rhetorical poetic question, huh? Still, I think we can and should mourn the hole... maybe not the oozing wound, but the fact that we survived it and continue to grin like life-addicted maniacs. I'm quite certain that's a superpower.
ReplyDeleteLove the progression of your poem. And the end is... fantastic!
Thank you :-D
DeleteI had surgery several years ago. Instead of staples and stitches, the surgeon used a surgical adhesive. Healed beautifully more than the old fashioned way. I healed but for awhile I mourned the empty space within. But that is all over now. Perhaps the narrator will come to not mourn that absence as well.
ReplyDeleteIt heals too well nowadays. Thanks for sharing that with us
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DeleteMy smile used to be a band aid over a bullet hole... Wow, that is a powerful line
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
DeleteMy smile used to be a band aid over a bullet hole
ReplyDeleteNow the hole is no more
And my smile is whole again
But then. Why do I still mourn the hole?
Sometimes emotions may sustain itself despite having the problems already resolved. Human nature can be overly sympathetic and this can be a positive element!
Hank
It can be and it can be not also I guess. Thank you :)
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