{HERstory in the making}

 Somewhere inside the icy depths of a chest
that has long been stabbed,
faintly quivers a heart with no purpose left
to give.
Struggling to go beyond the pain, in search
for love again.
Fighting for the breath it so desperately
needs to live.
 Love brought the murder of my peaceful heart
before it ever had the chance to truly beat.
Now silence overthrows my being
and a blindly cherished victory is seen more
clearly as defeat.
 Beaten to mysery but not completely broken
is this organ that cries out for peace in the night.
Now that my heart has been stolen
this pen that I hold yields no might