The Ordeal of a Broken Heart

A broken heart heals with time,
For a moment it may turn blind,
To the numerous hearts that linger near,
Afraid to mingle, shadowed in fear.
A broken heart can be very unkind,
Especially if thoughts cloud the mind.
If regrets and memories flash to and fro,
You believe you were meant for something more.
But it's not that easy, not for a broken heart.
It's not something that can be fixed and brought back to the start
It's change, it's growth, it's even transformation.
Though, to fix itself, there is no obligation.
A broken heart needs it's space,
You can't ask it to run a race.
It can't run but it very well can hide,
It can stand and watch, for hours, a low tide.
It's unsettling, it's chaotic,
It's a disaster altogether,
A broken heart is a hidden ghost
Haunting from within a lover.
At night comes the eerie silence,
Followed by loud voices that hover.
And a broken heart wishes it weren't broken,
A broken heart wishes it were made whole.
This broken heart has always spoken,
To the voices in her head, the ghosts in her soul.