Since then, you've been bringing wounded animals
To our house.
You care for them
And try to nurse them back to health.
Your heart goes out
To a bird's broken wing
Or even a lost cat
Softly purring.
And I love that about you,
My sweet little girl.
As you grew older, the animals
You bring became bigger.
Once, you brought a dog
And the next week,
Was a racoon.
It's been like this up until now.
But, you can't save all of them.
You should know that by now.
There was a broken boy
His eyes were swollen
His expression was sullen
And his shoulders were heavy.
And like the sweet girl you are,
You took him in
And cared for him
And loved him.
But you can't fix a broken glass
Back to its glory.
Just as you can't fix someone
Back to who they were once before.
It's the first time
You've actually cried
When the broken boy you love
Left when he's healed.
YOU ARE READING
The Hollow Shell ✔️
Poetry"Those empty eyes you have. That hollow heart you hold. Sometimes I wonder, If you have ever loved me at all." -Empty
