When souls are fractured
What happens to the human heart?
When heaven splits it
What choices left to heal and health?
Far from source,
What is left as a soul’s recourse?
To bide its time
Await the day
For life to show a brand new way
As halves repairing what was torn
Step out into a bright new day
As one again
Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane
Writing poetry can be a healing art
So, all my hurts be said,
‘Tis time to write, begin anew,
Start a brighter thread.
Sun is shining, nature thrives,
Cycles roll their rounds.
Winter’s cold brings sharper days,
Love around me abounds.