Heartbreak

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Heartbreak

This poem attempts to express how I felt when I returned from Argentina after my last visit. The mixture of emotions brought on by my experiences, what I witnessed. Beyond the pain, my deep love for the country and its people.

Drip

drop…

Can I stop the trickle
while I watch,
attempting not to judge
or write a story,
loved ones ageing
and disengaging,
skeletons jumping from cupboards,
smiles hiding addiction,
poverty corners,
corruption,
a path to violence.

A country mirroring a planet
shards, splinters
wounding,
cutting deep.

I grew up here,
Mum died here.
I fell in and out of love,
I believed
and disbelieved.
I feared,
savoured freedom.
I learnt friendship
poetry
touch
magic realism.

This reality opposes magic
or is it my outlook?

Guilty of ignoring the news,
jarred by secrets,
shaking the dust off my feet.

I leave sobbing
as I don’t see truth
don’t believe lies
don’t understand…

Don’t understand.

Someone is dreaming us
in an old stone temple
convinced
this is real.

Drip

drop…

remind me

I feel

I love

I grieve.

15 August 2023

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