11.12.11

I carry broken hearts that aren’t mine around with me.

In me.

Sometimes on shoulders that try to offer support,

But often fail

Knowledge of some sort of dexterity that can provide me with the capacity to heal their brokenness,

Absent

Instead all I know,

Is how to love

I shed tears inwardly

Daily for these broken hearts

And I often wish that if I hold them in my arms and cradle them securely and close enough

They may find some healing

They don’t

I wish some foreign practice of monotheism may provide some sort of amnesty in an attempt to revamp their hearts

That never happens

Someone tell me,

How does the keeper of these hearts begin to pray to a god at a moment she’s unsure exists

Answer me this,

How do I begin to wean or teach these broken hearted ones about prisoners and forgiveness?

I don’t know a lot

But I know that broken hearts of others make me cry

CRY CRY BABY!

Cry lullabies of rock-a-bye-bye baby rhymes

To aching babies

I cannot lie to you and lift you up

Up up out of here and cradle you away from all that is pandemonium

No offering of fake realities or fake apologies

I’m so sorry baby that hearts break

And I’m sorry that some heartbreaks are hard to heal

I’m sorry I have no healing

Here’s my offering

A postbox heart of love

Mail me your stories babies

I promise I’ll hold on to them tightly

I promise to carry them around with me

I pray your broken hearted letters find a home there

I pray you find a home there

......

All that is sinister to hearts

Until we find a healing

And something more than these rock-a-bye-bye baby lullabies

All that is sinister I bid you NO well

I bid you kNOw well

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--Love and Freedom

---Kerry-Ann Davis