Yet Here I Lay

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


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