A Broken Heart (ICI Block 3 cns a)

The strain of living that lie took it's toll.
 Not just on my heart, but my soul. 
Years of not being allowed to be me. 
Swollen heart, otherwise diminished totally. 

Not in the romantic way, per say.
But actual physical trauma.
"My heart is broken" I told the cardiologist.
On our first meeting.

I would not have survived another year.
That much was clear to me.
Not another day could my heart endure.
It had grown too big for it's cavity.

You broke my heart but I broke free.
My cardiologist is pleased with me.
No heart block, normal echo and ECG.
Now, I write poetry and sing my heart out.

ICI Block 3 cns a
Christine Joy Acero

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