The Third Time

Mistakes Now A Pattern

Heart Fragments by Kelly Sikkema

Crack louder than thunder.
Pulsation astounding.

Ear-splitting vibration.
Insistent. Alarming.

Stethoscope? Unrequired.
Chest split gaping wide open.

Hopes, dreams & desires.
Now shattered. And broken.

The first time.

—

Unmistakable shudder.
Splatter, crash, while in motion.

Cacophonous silence.
Heavy mass as the ocean.

Fragments mortally splintered.
Many lost in the ether.

E’en with love & forgiveness.
There’s less left to believe in.

The second time.

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Sharpness ever breathtaking.
Pinpoint — wincing: incisive.

Though full knowledge, incoming.
As piercing as slicing.

Wild triggered emotions —
Now bounded by practice.

Ever steady erosion.
Pain you were masking.

The third time.

Papa

You Say I Love You
I Call Her My Love
It Feels Like I Have You
The Third Time