Broken

The earth did not move beneath her feet, neither did everything freeze when you saw her stare at him.

Please, don’t mistake her stoic expression, emotionless, straight faced-ness for a sign post that reads:

“I am strong, and my heart cannot be broken”

Don’t mistake energetic stage performances, social activism, resounding applauses for a sign post that reads:

“I am strong, and my heart cannot be broken”

I said, when she looked away,
Skies shifted.
Trees fell.
Thunder swept through the streets and I knew that she would walk out of that room,
Smiling, (broken)

Who told you that broken hearts carry a placard on their foreheads?
Who told you that smiling faces have not had rainy nights?
Who told you that her teeth were not masquerading the memory of hands on her body

Hands moving, up down

Rhythm
And like a dance
Her eyes were open
Pleading for this game of thrones to…
End it!

So this poem is not for you who looked on and saw nothingness

Not for you who pitch yourself, perfectly judging with every blink,

It’s for her/him/them…
That have bound their wounds in layers of makeup,
Pushed undo, undo, but the mouse stopped clicking.
Tried delete, but the recycle bin refused to empty and the pain, like a tattoo would not be washed away by simple baths here and there.

Still hurts,

I know.

For you whose eyes are heavy from all the things you’ve seen and would not speak of.

For you, “unfixable”, let’s have a conversation, let me blood bath and raise beauty from your ash. I don’t brag or judge, only baptise in love

By the way, if you think words are awkward, I like silent conversations that take place in the head too.

We could at least start with that.

This one is for you, my love.

Ps: It’s been a while people, your girl was preoccupied, but thank God I’m here now :).

I hope that this post stirs healing in your hearts.

Victory Osarumwense

Popularly called Victory Osas is an Accountant by day and a creative storyteller with every breath she takes. She is the kind of person who would take the window sit in a car just to look at the people walking by. She says that people are walking stories and often finds a way to wrap ordinary moments that people would overlook to her works.

6 thoughts to “Broken”

  1. “let me blood bath, and raise beauty from your ash” ..Glory to God..

    Amazing, Vicky, amazing!!!…
    Remain blessed.

  2. It sure does stir my heart Vee!

    This…

    *That have bound their wounds in layers of makeup,
    Pushed undo, undo, but the mouse stopped clicking.
    Tried delete, but the recycle bin refused to empty and the pain, like a tattoo would not be washed away by simple baths here and there.*

    … is beautiful!

    God bless your heart.

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