My heart is strong
It heals quickly
No matter how big the wrong
No matter how deep the cut
My heart continues to beat
Even when it’s pulverized
Like a piece of ground up meat
My mind is weak
It holds on to memories
Of the ones who ripped
My heart to shreds
A thousand thoughts
Assaulting my head
At an age such as mine
One hopes to find
The ability to release
Thoughts that bind
Hurt that blinds
And find some modicum of peace
Yet here lay I
Alone in my bed
With heart wrenching memories
Running rampant through my head
What if I had only, said or done
Something different, in some way
What if…….maybe…….
Yet here I lay
E.A. Fussell
11102017
E. A. Fussell 