It is broken and I hold its pieces;
And I am cast off, unsafe and unsure;
And I am in pain as the fragments cut;
But I also feel I must yet endure.
Grave voices around me, wiser than I,
Whisper, we do not blindly feel; but know:
Yes, broken hearts shall continue to wound;
So, borne enough for now, you must let go.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Where is the fault and what is the flaw?
if love unconditional remains,
where is the rapture from countless pains,
where is the ache that was meant to ease,
wherefore are the lips that ache to please?
why be human if letting go is divine?
why love if I am not yours as you aren’t mine?
Have I become old?
Am I to meet regret?
Have my dreams all been sold?
Is this all I get?
Where has all my faith gone?
Am I finally alone?
After all the pain I’ve borne
I can’t even know you’ll atone?
Is this all I learn
With nothing else left to know?
I cannot even yearn,
Before I must willfully let go?
Life can seek the young –
A new phase of the same moon;
But this song has been sung,
They will all be old soon.
I still can write,
Although in the dark;
Maybe, one last fight
To make some sort of mark.
Hearts Still Care 