Broken I be

I think I may be broken.
No tears.
No anger.
No love.
What is love?
I do not even know.
Not the love of a mother for her child.
Nor for the love shared by siblings.
I mean romantic love.
Where birds fly in heart shaped formation…..
squirrels
blue jays
woodland creatures
live in harmony.
Fairy tale fantasy.
That is not what I want.
To be honest
I have an idea
it just does not translate.
I know what I do not want:
Prince Charming
Knight in shining armour.
I want:
Jester
Knave to keep.
How though do I love?
This is such a dilemma
for I want to love
want to care
but
I am Broken.
March 15/19

Reap what is Sown…..

Standing atop the burning building
watching the horrors that arise
from words spoken
with no regard
with no class
with bared teeth
and snarled mouth.
Wars have been fought
for so much less
than the angry words you spew
but still they come
flung here and there
darts that sting.
Feeling battered and bruised
broken once more
unsure
do I have the strength to fight back?
There has never been harmony
not in this failing world of ours
we reap what has been sown
and it is going to be apocalyptic.