Shattered Window


My year-long odyssey into the various styles of poetry has taught me many lessons about myself. I enjoy getting lost in the world of rhyming words. There still isn’t one style of poetry I would choose as my favorite to write in. July is the perfect month to create a selection of free verse poems. This style of poetry has no rules, which I find liberating. They don’t have to rhythm, but I suspect mine will rhythm because that is how I roll. One of the poems I plan to share during this month of free verse is Shattered Window.

Shattered Window

My heart

That deep secret

Hidden part of me

Where all the

Emotions dwell.

The love

The passion

The anger

The hate

The regret

Are dying

A slow

Lingering death.

My heart

is fragmenting

into a million pieces

like shattered window glass

lying on the floor

of a vacant room

that has been deserted for too long

A million fragments

Sparkling in the afternoon sun

My heart

Who can put the pieces

Back together again

After the destruction has been done

Because you were like a child

Playing a reckless game of catch

Thinking there were no consequences

To your foolish actions

The white lies

The small deceits

The broken promises

So easily made

I might act like I don’t care

When I take the dustpan

And brush the fragments away

Look onto my eyes

And see the dimming

Of the million pieces of pain

In the shattered window of my heart.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

7 thoughts on “Shattered Window

  1. πŸ’œ I Wear My “Heart” on My Sleeve in Plain Sight EveryOne; wasn’t ALWAYS!!! that Way but Feels Way Much Better NOW!!!


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