Image: We Heart It
The Broken…
Broken…yet again…
She placed it in a box
Locked away for
safe keeping
Hoping…
One day it can be
Repaired
Forgotten…
Still broken…
The box found
Alone beneath the stairs
Wonder what was inside
No sound when she
give it a quick shake
She placed the box
on a side table
And
Went about her day
In the evening…
Cup of tea in hand
She remembered…
Turning the box
over and over
Wondering what
could be inside
Finally, she opened
the box…and…
Lifting the lid
found…
nestled inside
resting in the center
of soft padding
Her broken heart
Placed there years ago…
Forgotten…
Un-mended…
A hole still in her chest
Where it once
Resided
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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