My Love broke apart
But not so my heart
I hold to the faith
For life until death
In childhood she was used
A mother who gave food
But not much more than that
A father who was crap.
Insecure attachment made Her
Vulnerable to a bastard
Who twisted her need for more love
And broke it with seduction rough.
A minefield lies under the surface
Randomly exploding all her grace
Wrecking relationships all the time
Dragging her hope down into the grime.
But she is a tough warrior
Who strives to heal still further
Though latterly the magnitude
Of shame keeps her in solitude.
Unpicking wounds to her heart
Struggling to discourse with parts
Who would have her do nothing
And flinch at telephone’s ring.
It is hard to stay up
To mind self or even sup
So locked away from all
Nowhere further to fall.
My Love broke apart
But not so our hearts
We hold to the faith
For life denies death.
© Andrew Wilson, 2023
Written for dVerse – Poets Pub – MTB: When ‘We’ writes poetry, posted by Laura Bloomsbury of Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft
The challenge was:
- We as a pair, a couple (not a group)
- It can be any real or imaginary friendship
- It might be a significant other, a relative or a pet
- But the poem’s stanzas MUST BE WRITTEN AS COUPLETS
- A MINIMUM OF THREE stanzas (preferably more)
- There are several types of couplets to choose from (see here for definitions)