Adjunct to "Push"

I wrote "Hearts" in July of 2008. Today I pushed myself to express my feelings and fears. The poem below encompasses much of what I've been trying to say for months. I pushed myself and something along my life's continuum broke loose. It's no big surprise. I'm not even sure if finality has declared itself. I pushed. It had to be done. I know this. If nothing else, I can keep my own company and I will be better for this - a happier person, a healthier partner...someday. For someone. Love, love, love. M.


Hearts

This is a careful walk I take
across your landscape.
Though invited and called,
I stand at the gate.
I pause.
The wreckage comes to meet me.
It winds around my ankles
like an alley cat after a
bloody battle.
I step,
one, two,
then I wait.
Are you ready for my company?
Would you rather steep in your own
misery?
You have been shattered.
Your shards of glass will certainly
cut me.
Perhaps I can carry a few of these pieces.
I will tend to your heart,
as you did mine.
Rest.

M. Scofield 7/13/2008