Noword

      can describe my heart when Daddy died.

The Bard created thousands of them,

words.

Dr. Seuss could do it too.  He's

flewn

into the aether

of the cosmic human soul,

pulled out something new,

and it was English.

Can I soar those heights

to muster out a word for

a heart that's been flash-frozen,

so cold the chest feels empty,

and tears that used to bubble up

like lava to flow from eyes above

are shards of ice

that burst like shot

and slice before they fall?

"Broken" does not describe this.

A fingernail is broken.

A contract is broken.

A soup bowl is broken.

My heart is --

I cannot voice it.

I have no word. 

             ~Laura Peters (2009)