WHAT BECOMES OF THE BROKENHEARTED

Anyone out there ever had a broken heart? I have. I had a terrible broken-hearted dream that woke me up this morning of 9/11/06 fearful and full of misery. I was so happy to realize it was just a dream, and my love was lying there by my side.

Later this morning, as I was starting to organize my office (LOL) I came across a journal that I started to write in December of the year 2000. I only wrote about 10 pages in the journal, but I came across a poem I wrote on the days between 12/5/00 and 12/10/00, and I wanted to share it with you.

THANKFUL

Here I stand
At another crossroad
Wind at my back
And I still don’t know
Which way to go

Confusion spreading like a stain
Ain’t no sense in trying to ease pain
Life’s changing the color of my eyes again
I can’t see right
I can’t see left
Blinded by the darkness of a soul bereft…

I’m thankful
For drinking your pain like water
Bathin’ in your blue like it was fine
Absorbing your screams
For the death of your dreams
But not mine
Never mine
So, I’m thankful

You’re not ready
I’m in heat
Love is in the emergency room
Can’t find a seat
Trying to call
You’re not there
Let it ring
Let it echo
'Cause I'm finally aware

I’m thankful
For drinking your pain like water
Bathin’ in your blue like it was fine
Absorbing your screams
For the death of your dreams
But not mine
Never mine
So, I’m thankful

I gotta move on
Gonna make my way
Let go of the passion
That never had it’s day
This tongue won't taste bitter
My love was not a lie
The sweetness will linger
And even though it must die…

I’m thankful
For drinking your pain like water
Bathin’ in your blue like it was fine
Absorbing the screams
For the death of YOUR dreams
But not mine
NEVER mine
So, I’m thankful

Actually, I think it's a lyric to a song. I used to write a lot of songs back then, when I was in the land of the brokenhearted. The thing that stands out most to me in the poem/lyric is that I never let my dreams die, no matter what. I was "absorbing the screams for the death" of someone elses dreams, "but not mine. Never mine."

On this day commemorating that day five years ago when so many loves perished in flame and barbarism, and so many people were left brokenhearted, I want so say to you - hold on. Life can be amazing again. Love can find a way again. A true heart will mend. Mine did.