What the heart hears — a poem

Because if she forgot, she’d be lucky.

And here it is…

the torturous part

that gets repeated ceaselessly.

The bruise from that searing day

that gets bumped

and ugly jabs of pain shoot through her

ensuring she doesn’t forget.

Because if she forgot,

she’d be lucky.

Unwinding those days is an impossible feat,

those days that left her in defeat,

cremated own soul

slit her mind

kneeling to a special kind of torture

that only the heart hears.

Written by Vanessa Jones from Jones the Writer. 2017