halfway to your heart
i found stones and even sticks
that broke my bones
into a thousand pieces
where to go from here
is still uncertain
when you dwelve in disdain
time folds over like a curtain
hello, you said, after school
i kept walking
pretending i had not heard you
hey, i'm sorry, you shouted even louder
and my broken bones cracked once again
torn with the pain
eroded, sandblasted, stone washed
like little marbles
magela eastman (Young, RN, 1990)
