© Lindsey Hon Rubendall

Lindsey Hon Rubendall

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Frayed Lines

© Lindsey Hon Rubendall

For all that she heard

she could not utter a word

and with a snap her heart was broken


That one doesn’t fit 

What the others portray doesn’t sit!

With no understanding 

but hurt between we two


Fickle is the way

one enchants their own say

believing their view is the best to convey


Long laying lines 

can fray overtime

if not with clear eyes we survey


But at the depths of it all

no matter how far we fall

into our own subjective sway

Deep down, the heart knows the true way

and words are just words we say

L. A. Hon Rubendall

About this poem

Utterances in the heat of verbal battle tear the fabric of the delicate relationships we weave. 

That line crossed, going too far, that vengeful thought so secretly kept, bursting up your vocal cords and tearing like a bullet out of your throat – and there it is, the ugly thing said that you never meant to say. But it has been born into the physical realm, manifested into reality and wielded as a spear on the battlefield. You cannot go back.

This poem is about the aftermath, that moment when someone you hold dear says something so hurtful, something you always feared they thought, but it remained unspoken. Ignorable. Even the deepest of bonds can be cut. But how do you go on from there? Will it ever be the same again? Can you look beyond the hurt and know at the core, underneath the misunderstanding, needs for vengeance and pride – that there is still love?

The heart knows not pride, that is the misconception of the mind. The heart only knows love and has the power to overcome and heal all wounds. 

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