Sound of a Breaking Heart

We are so careless with other people’s hearts. It’s hard to believe that love is the reason we’re here, the thing that separates us from animals – the fact that we are able to verbalize our love for others, yet we don’t truly respect love. A dog will lay his life on the line for his owner, the one he loves. A man or woman will play with the heart of someone brave enough to love. I say brave because if you completely open yourself up to loving someone else, you open yourself completely to being hurt by that person as well.

So, tonight, I was flipping through my phone and I saw this picture of a boy playing keep away with a girl’s heart. I cried as I looked at the picture. Then I wondered, what sound does a breaking heart make?


What sound does a breaking heart make?
The crack of a helmet meeting with ribs
on the football field?

A high-pitched scream from stepping on blocks
and other childish things left scattered about?

The sound of a siren wailing behind a driver
carelessly going five miles over the speed limit?

A sound like tears falling softly against a
crying woman’s pillow?

The sound of a spoon falling in the sink with
dried chocolate ice cream in the center?

The sound of a hissing balloon that’s losing
all of its air?

Or maybe a breaking heart doesn’t make a sound,
at all. And that’s the great bittersweetness of love.
To drown in the sights and sounds of love when
love still exists in the foundation of a relationship, but
when loves is gone, it just sneaks out the back door
and no one knows it’s gone until silent tears begin to fall.

Happy Tuesday people. Whatever you do today, do it fabulously. And, hopefully do it with or in love.

Peace & Love,



About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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2 Responses to Sound of a Breaking Heart

  1. Such beautifully crafted words. Love needs a resurgence in this world of ours.

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