Broken melody

My porcelain heart fell apart,
I tried to fix it but still
I am missing a few pieces.

I bow my head
as I clinched my chest,
trying to calm my beating heart;
(before it breaks free from my chest).

With each beat
my heart skips a beat,
memories flooded
as my blood pressure rises.

My porcelain heart
begins to blacken,
mold grows
where nothing is left.

Replaced by old memories,
my heart begins to sing.
Like a violin I pluck the stings,
playing a broken melody.

Amanda Shelton

I am an autistic writer and artist. I have disabilities but I don't let that stop me. I love writing and art. I also run a forum, blog, and an online store.


bjgaulton · March 31, 2018 at 10:00 pm


JanBeek · March 31, 2018 at 10:47 pm

Continue to play that melancholy melody and as you change the tone and the beat, your heart will change with it. You can mend that broken heart with the promise of a better tomorrow. That’s what the Holy Saturday between Good Friday and Easter sunrise teaches us. The ISO Priciple of music therapy is based on it. I love your poem, Amanda. So heart-felt!

    Amanda Shelton · April 1, 2018 at 1:26 am

    Thank you. I agree. Happy Easter. It’s a beautiful day today.

Amanda Shelton · April 1, 2018 at 1:30 am

I just noticed I have a spelling error in my poem. The word stings is supposed to be strings. I am using my phone to type so sometimes it’s not very good at spell checking.

Auroraboros · April 1, 2018 at 9:19 am

A sorrowful piece, but with an optimistic conclusion, leaving an ambiguous road ahead… I hope that, with time, the time grows positive and comes to be your own as you are now.

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