MY FRAGILE HEART

This is not about a new experience but rather is based on something that happened a few months after my 26 year marriage ended....when I was lonely and very vulnerable. So please, do not feel bad for me now....I learn some hard lessons from it.

  MY FRAGILE HEART

 

You seemed to be quite loving, affectionate, gentle

kind

It was all very natural, my heart overruled my

mind

The waters ran so smoothly, not a ripple or a

wave 

You seemed too good to be true, so my heart I failed to

save

 

I should have paid attention, to that nagging inner

voice

Your need was so obvious.  To give you love was my

choice

I saw beyond your bragging, that you're really

insecure

With love and understanding, you'd outgrow it, I was

sure

 

After you said you loved me, ninety nine point five

percent  

We shared one lovely evening.  The next day, up your walls went

Your eyes turned cold and lifeless, you were fretful,

running scared

Irrational and trembling, shocked to discover you

cared

 

  

Comfortable no longer, from me you wanted more

space

After your declaration, that was a slap in my

face

You just were not contented, to hurt or leave your own

scar

You lifted high, my fragile heart, before casting it so

far

 

I had given only love, non-demanding and so

free

You simply were not ready.  Carelessly you

rejected me

Devastated and lonesome, I didn't know how I'd

survive

I could not put my walls up, pain told me I was

alive

 

You did me quite a favor, with the rumors and lies you

spread

They removed the confusion, and really helped clear my

head

I know there's life beyond you.  I've met a better

friend

Whose taken time to know me, and so far, never

ran

 

(c)Ellen Hammond

Reviews

[Mark]

Why, oh why do y'all do it?? It so saddens me when beautiful, talented, sensitive women take on Project Guys, and make their own happiness contingent upon HIS! A man should be an adornment to your happiness, not the Source of it. A truly heartwrenching write, autobiographical, I doubt not. I wouldn't change a word of it, but I might suggest a minor formatting tweak: the final word or two of each line is on a seperate line, mostly; I would rearrange that, so that they all were. They provide, like a stinging slap, a refreshing snap back to focus.

[Sheila Kline]

Dearest Ellen!
It just happens too often! And, ones caught off guard are then left to pick up the pieces of a broken heart and move on!!
Thank you for your honesty and willingness to share!
With Friendship, and Love,
Sheila

[Anita B Jacques]

My dear friend, your pain I feel, your wisdom I admire. 5 years after my husband passed away I found a man friend, your poem describes him perfectly, no need for me to say more. The last time he left was not on friendly terms. He was telling a joke "What do 50 thousand battered women have in common ? they just don't listen". His feeling were hurt when I told him what I thought about his sickening joke., it was the last time I saw him. Thank you again for sharing your memories and wisdom.God Bless you.
In friendship
Annie