How we are heartbroken in breaking heart times. A collaborative poem from Shambhavi and Jaya Kula's Leve-Leve collective. We're all kindred here. kindred108.love
Heartbroken like a condemned playground teeming with absence
Heartbroken like a thousand steps without moving an inch
Heartbroken like an agonizing breeze on charred flesh
Heartbroken like this is all perfectly normal
Heartbroken like smiles of deceit and weaponized tears
Heartbroken like a million and one indignaties displayed for all to consume
Heartbroken like a countless rows in a spreadsheet, GoFundMe goal 0% met
Heartbroken like bloodied blonde hair finally got their attention
Heartbroken like unspeakable daily horrors
Heartbroken like tear gas at dawn prayers
Heartbroken like this has all got to go somehow
Heartbroken as a bulldozed olive tree
Heartbroken as a stepped on wildflower
Heartbreaking and hauntingly beautiful.
Heartbroken like cries from deep under rubble
Heartbroken like my kin, my kin, my God have mercy
Heartbroken like the blood of my labor
Heartbroken like the morning sun landing tenderly on shreds of clothes and limbs
Heartbroken like a poppy blooming on the edge of a ruined city
Heartbroken like a pot of soup that fills and fills the more it feeds
Heartbroken like an explosion ripping a hole in the night
Heartbroken like waves following waves, washing away borders
Heartbroken like a condemned playground teeming with absence
Heartbroken like a thousand steps without moving an inch
Heartbroken like an agonizing breeze on charred flesh
Heartbroken like this is all perfectly normal
Heartbroken like smiles of deceit and weaponized tears
Heartbroken like a million and one indignaties displayed for all to consume
Heartbroken like a countless rows in a spreadsheet, GoFundMe goal 0% met
Heartbroken like bloodied blonde hair finally got their attention
Heartbroken like unspeakable daily horrors
Heartbroken like tear gas at dawn prayers
Heartbroken like this has all got to go somehow
Heartbroken as a bulldozed olive tree
Heartbroken as a stepped on wildflower
Heartbreaking and hauntingly beautiful.
Heartbroken like cries from deep under rubble
Heartbroken like my kin, my kin, my God have mercy
Heartbroken like the blood of my labor
Heartbroken like the morning sun landing tenderly on shreds of clothes and limbs
Heartbroken like a poppy blooming on the edge of a ruined city
Heartbroken like a pot of soup that fills and fills the more it feeds
Heartbroken like an explosion ripping a hole in the night
Heartbroken like waves following waves, washing away borders