It was still mine, when I lost it <br />That flame was still dancing, when it went out. <br />That life is no longer mine, <br />And never again can it be mine… <br /> <br />Like the string that snapped, <br />Freeing the balloon that soared high, <br />Hurting the boy’s delightful pride, <br />Like the string that fell apart, <br />Scattering the chattering beads around, <br />Forming beads in the girl’s eyes, <br />Like the string that broke, <br />Wiping the violin’s magic off, <br />Its music forever lost… <br />The core of my life broke, <br />And its part ran a diverging course, <br />But without returning my heart, <br />Which I can hear, still beating, <br />Now beyond claim, beyond reach… <br /> <br />Yet it remains, never out of sight <br />Making memories hum the tune of my past, <br />Only to evoke in me, the pain from a mirage, <br />An urge to go back, to return, <br />To hold on to what had been mine. <br />For painful this is, <br />The suspense of an unfinished story, <br />Which God left off in the middle, <br />Now too late to be finished… <br /> <br />The truth before me I see, <br />And accept, as time passes by. <br />But at times I can’t help wishing <br />That the string had never been broken, <br />As I hear from a broken heart <br />An overwhelming longing to go back, <br />Just to know, at least once, <br />What it’d have been like…<br /><br />Maria Rose Dominic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-string-2/
