Porcelain Heart

Porcelain Heart

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on November 18,2019

We break inside

Like porcelain glass

a heart so fragile

so easily destroyed

yet deep inside I fight

I fight my unknown battle.



Looking deep within

My heart once made

So elegantly, with love

Carved to porcelain perfection.

I discover this heart shattered,

One too many times.



With needle and thread

You and you

Believed to sew it back

Yet don’t you know?

Don’t you realize?

Porcelain can’t be stitched together.



Inside I ache,

Bleeding from tragedy.

I find that deep inside

I fight on my own.

I don’t fight to fix the cracks

I fight to remain me.



The porcelain is shattered

Creating a knew dilemma within,

I discover something knew

Something strange

I feel the porcelain change

Transforming into something dangerous.



Something more deadly

Then the broken porcelain within

I fight this transformation

Knowing that there is no turning around

No changing the past

Charging head in I see.



I see the porcelain cracks

So deep, so ridged

Filling with ice, with stone

Cutting me off

From emotion, from feeling

Freezing me from within.



Standing here,

Looking within

On the once perfect porcelain

I find a battlefield

One of pain, verse numbness.

Back and forth they go.



Each advancing on,

Each gaining and losing ground.


© 11/18/2019 Emma J. Willden

Back Together

Back Together

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on November 14,2019

We bleed, and we break

We stumble and we crumble

Yet time and time again

You ask me to stand

I question you

I question me

I question life

I wonder why

No matter how far I fall

Despite the crumbled pieces

Time and time again

You put me back together

© 11/14/2019 Emma J. Willden

With Time I Heal

With Time I Heal

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on November 14,2019

Cut wide open

bleeding from within

I create, I choose to grow.

Held back by chains

broken spirit within

I look to the heavens,

to find my peace

With cut skin,

with wounds that rot.

Rot and burn deep within.

My silent tears on my face

quietly trickle down.

I stand still 

I know there is more

more to the emptiness,

and meaningful agony of today.

I choose my path

as blood drops fall

to transform a path.

I choose to create my own

creating my own name

my path to follow.

Closing my eyes

I hold back the tears.

The deep cuts

the deep wounds

yet to heal.

Slowly, so slowly

the rot falls away

the cuts close.

With time I heal.

© 11/14/2019 Emma J. Willden

Dance in the Night

Dance in the Night

Poem by : Emma J. Willden

Poem created on: November 11,2019

We fall

We stand

We trip

We catch ourselves

We laugh

We walk

We run

We dance all around

The wind of life blows

Not able to be caught

Dancing all around

We strive to do our best

 Yet time and time again

We fall to our knees

We fall to the ground

On bended knee we grasp        

We grasp, we plead

For hope, for peace

We look around the world

We look around for life

We seek for a hand

We seek for a dance

That ends with grace

That ends with peace

Yet here I stand

Here I kneel

Bleeding tears

Bleeding choices

On bended knee

I look up to you

Bowing my head

Knowing the choice

Yet you place your hand

Upon my head

Filled with knowledge

Thoughts of Gethsemane

You take my hand

Pulling me to my feet

Standing, my gaze down

Yet you embrace me still

I a sinner

Know what I have done

Yet time and time again

I dance with the devil’s hand

Yet you don’t leave me

You don’t forget

That you paid the price

For my dance in the night.

© 11/11/2019 Emma J. Willden