The Hamlet Project

It has broken my heart
Again and again,
Sometimes reccurringly in the same place
Rebreaking a broken line
Tearing open a recently stitched up wound
Cracking a newly healed bone –
But it has also found new places to break
Corners previously untouched can be shattered
Edges torn
And still there are bits of it unbroken.
Even so, even with my heart stitched together
With twine and briars
Stapled, like a paper crown,
Taped, duct taped and ace bandaged,
When it waves
When something moves me anew
When it calls out to me,
I cannot ignore it.