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Shattered Heart/ Significant ~ Nishka Ramkhelawan

Shattered Heart

If a shattered heart
represents despair
please don’t shatter my heart
because you live there.
For my heart is weak without you
the birds within it no longer sing,
And under no circumstances will it ever be new
with another being.

My heart is like a piece of glass
that you have the power to break,
And although it isn’t precious brass
only you can stop the ache.

Without you I refuse to be free
Will you please come back and let my heart be?



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Significant

Today, I feel so significant
as if I have the world at my feet
I can feel the strength running through my veins
And the last bit of trepidation leaving my  soul

I feel inimitable, invigorated and unregimented
No longer will I be intimidated.

Today I am independent!



© Nishka Ramkhelawan


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Grade 11
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Comments

  1. There is an interesting contrast in these two poems, a type of dependence, and then independence. So well done.

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  2. I really like the contrasting emotions expressed in these two poems.

    "Without you I refuse to be free
    Will you please come back and let my heart be?"

    Impressive word play in "let my heart be."

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  3. Nishka, I love the turn from your first poem of helplessness to the second of empowerment. I have found in life, that in weakness there is strength. Keep on writing! The first line in Significant is wonderful.

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