Like Shards of Glass

Updated on October 4, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

Fragile vases shatter and break,

lying on the floor,

many shards of glass –

reflecting rainbow colors in the sunlight.

Fragile hearts don’t shatter,

but they break,

each wave of pain –

sharper than shards of broken glass.

For hearts that break,

often cannot be mended,

they live on,

behind walls –

that even the kindest words can no longer penetrate.

For many centuries,

lovers have exchanged precious hearts,

always hoping the love,

will last for an eternity.

For centuries love has broken hearts,

lovers fading into the dark shadows,

never to emerge in the sun again.

Fragile hearts that still beat,

to every love song –

that brings a tear and a memory.

The hearts that mend,

in the light of a new love,

are more fragile than ever before

and paper-thin.

These hearts only beat for words of love,

once denied another time,

they simply die.

It has been said,

that love never dies,

but it does fade away,

in the shadows,

when the cold breath of death,

takes it away.

Living for just the day,

when once again two hearts,

can come together –

on the other side.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Ann.

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      Ann Carr 3 months ago from SW England

      Lovely portrayal of the pains of love. You've captured it perfectly.


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Dianna.

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      Dianna Mendez 5 months ago

      Thoughts of truth. Love the ending.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Bill.

      Thank you Michael.

      Thank you Mike.

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      mckbirdbks 5 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Gypsy - This stirs up memories. You again immerse us with your words.

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      DREAM ON 5 months ago

      Each thought turned into danger and pain. Which before had love and beauty. A mix of passion and turbulence. So clearly written. Hoping you find the sparks that bring back more fire. The fire that glows in the strongest winds. Thinking of you in this most difficult time. Supporting you and your work. May this morning be a little brighter. Listening to you and seeing what you see.

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      Bill Holland 5 months ago from Olympia, WA

      You are like a fine wine, getting better with time, and this poem is proof of that. Beautiful work!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Freya.

      That is true FlourishAnyway.

      Thank you ThreeKeys.

      You welcome Israel.

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      Freya Cesare 5 months ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

      Ah, very sad but romantic. Beautiful.

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      FlourishAnyway 5 months ago from USA

      Very sad to think of the pain that widows and widowers who truly loved one another endure.

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      Threekeys 5 months ago from Australia

      The chards of glass...the shattering....the image....vivid imagery, Gypsy Rose Lee. Your words took me to that place within ourselves, that has experienced the pain of when love withers or love that is not returned.

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      Israel Mercado 5 months ago

      Very well written. Thanks for sharing with us.