Poem: Broken Wings

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Poetry: Celebrating National Poetry Month

Broken Wings

Dying of a broken heart.
There’s something romantic
about loving a person so much
that you can’t live anymore
once they’re gone.

But that’s not usually
how the heart works.
The heart fails from clogged
arteries or physical trauma,
but not emotional trauma.

A person doesn’t even know it’s
coming when their physical heart
decides to break, not until the very end.

But the metaphorical heart, we feel every

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We feel every single part when
it shatters into a million
p  i  e  c  e  s.

A new one takes its place, but each
broken heart remains. They join in
pairs forming little butterflies, trying
to work together to form a regular heartbeat,
trying to remember what it feels like to be
WHOLE.

I have so many butterflies
swarming inside my head that
sometimes it’s all I hear.
It’s all I feel.


For links to poetry prompts, or if you missed out on what I’m doing for National Poetry Month, check out the first post here.

You can also find all the poems that have been posted so far here.

To end each post, there will be this call to share your own work. Whether it’s something that you write as soon as you finish reading this post, or it’s a poem you’ve posted or had published, place the whole poem in the comments or put a link to it. A brief description before the link will help me process comments faster, so I know they’re not spam.

Also, feel free to share links to poems or spoken word performances by other poets. I hope this month will bring a wide variety of poetry to everyone’s attention. Also, there will be posts on my author Facebook page, a link to which can be found on the right-hand side, that will include spoken word performances and links to work of other poets, which will not appear here.

6 Comments


  1. // Reply

    This is lovely, but especially that whole part about the pieces of heart joining together to form butterflies. Great imagery!


  2. // Reply

    This is powerful and lovely at the same time. Now, I can’t stop thinking of the butterflies.


    1. // Reply

      I love it when a piece sticks with you, so I’m delighted to hear when one of my pieces has some lasting power. Butterflies are a lovely image to have linger too.


      1. // Reply

        They certainly do! Unfortunately, I was not inspired to write anything at all to contribute.

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