escribblings

the tattered heart

the wounded child

i know the hurt within that laugh

the seething breath

the branded calf

i saw her slunk on bathroom floors

head to the wall

pounding on doors

i searched for hours to find her weep

furiously

on the street

i pulled her back inside the car

to break her rage

it broke my heart

and scattered all the smithereens

on paper boats

to lands unseen

i scour the lands with jaded eyes

for these same shards

so hard to find

in hopes that i might love someday

that same wholehearted

foolish way