Tattered Heart

A wet trail of pain follows me
Where I drag my tattered heart
And the stream of tears flow
From the abuse of my emotions
My kindness and caring
How do I pick it all up and step on?
For I loved you more than myself
Perhaps the first mistake I made
To give and give, not accept to receive
Happiness dependent on
Making others happy
All failing and falling down
No white knight to the rescue
For it is I that must save myself
By learning to love all that I am
Above everything else

Debbie Gravett © 2018.11.29

FOWC: Trail
Image by Pixabay/stux

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