The Void

(written January 2023)

Unsplash Image by Volkan Olmez

Sledgehammer to the chest.
They stole her heart and then left her for dead.
The void, so deep, now she lies, bereft.
Her heart still beats, but the void remains,
she, a football in their games.
As the gap widens evermore, her soul searches for a cure.
To heal the place that no sutures can mend.
Or maybe she will always live with this gaping hole in her breast.

Copyright © 2023 Maggie Watson
All rights reserved

Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and Soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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