The Heart Is Cracking

 

The tears do fall

from dark brown pools-

upon the cheeks

their sadness shows.

 

The heart is cracking

as, hurt and pain-

hammer and chisel-

the whole world rains.

 

Think not, that aching

misses the soul--

for, swift as the arrow

the blood runs cold.

 

The strife and anger

with selfish desire,

mind, red with rage--

smoke, wind and fire..

 

Hoping one day for

a sweet peace, and plain--

watching for sunset--

to take down the strain..

 

by

Shirley Ruksznis Young   ©2005