a wounded heart
is a chiaroscuro of pain:
a dull vapid smile
does its best to cover
what was better left
for time to heal.
Reliving a memory
scratches the surface
tears flow
time stood still
aching to embrace
the one in pain
she said
‘this too shall pass
look beyond
look within
move on
for
your affection
is reserved for greater purposes’
and then there was a sheepish salty grin.
Adhyapika 
4 responses to “Chiaroscuro”
Beautiful… for this even Angels smile tears…
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A wounded heart is a chiaroscuro of pain. I wonder whether the shades are intermittent possibilities of joys and sorrows or different stages of sorrows. A work of subtlety.
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thanks Cherish
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