Shelter for the Broken Hearted (By Cat Lalonde)
She wore a large, black, straw hat with a red ribbon,
that’s what you first see and what you first remembered
It was freakishly large, you ponder, and perhaps in another life it wasn’t meant to be a hat.
It was meant to be a roof.
A tent.
Shelter for the broken hearted,
anything but a hat.
In this life it framed her face perfectly
and outlined her delicate cheeks and jawline.
In this life,
it was meant to bring out beauty.
You cannot have beauty without ugliness,
life without pain.
the frayed edges that churned your stomach hid the shadows of a broken woman
She wore a large, black straw hat
and kept her pain in the shadows.
A shelter for the broken hearted.
Cat M. Lalonde 