This is my last Poem Post (for now). If you liked me posting poetry, let me know in the comments and perhaps I will do it occassionally (not as often as this month, I promise). This final poem is actually one the very first I ever wrote. Many of you may have read it in my short story, Broken. While I did include it in that story and it is even responsible for the title of that story, I wrote it before the story was even a blot bunny hatching in my head.

Broken
For Fatema

You look at me and
You ask
With fear
And disbelief
And maybe just a little bit of awe
How can you love, again?
It shows in your eyes
You think only of 
The broken heart
The shattered pieces
The lonely silence 
That comes after.
But I say to you
I have been broken
I have been shattered
I have been lonely
And none of that
Makes the love not worth it.