My porcelain heart fell apart,
I tried to fix it but still
I am missing a few pieces.

I bow my head
as I clinched my chest,
trying to calm my beating heart;
(before it breaks free from my chest).

With each beat
my heart skips a beat,
memories flooded
as my blood pressure rises.

My porcelain heart
begins to blacken,
mold grows
where nothing is left.

Replaced by old memories,
my heart begins to sign.
Like a violin I pluck the stings,
playing a broken melody.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton