Spontaneous Poem for Joe D

An earnest heart can fall

apart with too much woe.

Friends mend hearts. All

of us need shoulders to

cry on at times. Yours are

broad. You carry so much.

Let us share the weight.

Practicing Heartbreak

Years teach one to mend 

one’s chest after each 

deep unrest. Everyone

learns the best seat 

is the corner seat. 

With your back to the wall 

you can stand tall 

after the party ceases. 

I don’t know. My heart 

has creases from excessive 

scar healing. I’m far 

from having a proper perspective. 

A broken bone is stronger 

after becoming unbroken. 

A broken heart is bolder 

if one can be forgiven.