My Heart Breaks Further

My heart breaks further with each sword-word.

As it enters

It punctures and slices.

Swirling, spinning, red

The sword is withdrawn.

Seeming calm returns.

Yet there in my heart lies an open wound.

It spills out

Into my mind, my thoughts, my essence.

Eventually,

Scar tissue forms.

I look okay.

I seem okay.

Yet, I walk different,

Talk different

Think different.

It was only words.

The key  …

the one who welded the sword-word

knew my heart, knew my weakness.

I was vulnerable, open

I had trustingly revealed my soft underbelly.

~Rena Hatch
March 11, 2010

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