All of us are We, The Brokenhearted.
And we, the brokenhearted, are blind to
the others in our company.
For our pain is most
singular.
We know
It has not been asked of anyone before this day
To live this loss.
To suffer so completely.
And we, the brokenhearted, search long,
Hard through our despair to make
A connection with someone
To witness.
To validate.
But only voyeurs apply
All too caught up in what
They want. What they
Need. What shapes their pain. Its
Manifestations.
And we, the brokenhearted, crack a bit more
For lack of understanding
Ourselves
Breaks us.
Effie Graves 