broken wings

I pour my love in –
Letting poetry, emotions, heart & soul fly;
Free to sing arias to the gods.
Body and voice soaring above the clouds,
Free, happy and full of light.

My lover builds walls
[of circumstance, timing, age, location, and cultural difference]
higher than my love can climb.

Breaking my heart and cracking my soul with the effort,
I float down to earth on broken wings, walking alone once again.

Years Pass.

Without warning, he comes knocking, then begging for my love once again.
The words I longed to hear, the touch I craved to feel, the vows that I needed –
Then.

Uttered now –
Imploring in hushed whispers with pleading eyes.
He asks me to fly again and to let my voice free.

He wants my love, my heart, my soul –
Now.

My voice is silent. My soul is cracked.
I walk alone, with broken wings.

My heart is in the hands of another –
But what will it be?

Arias to the gods or the sound of breaking glass?
How many cracks can one soul hold?

At least alone there is ground beneath my feet.