It is not deafening;
it does not scream in caps lock
or wave its big fat hands
in a place full of statues.
It does not stand out like
coal on snow, or stick its
sore thumb into the mouth
of anyone who listens
The sound of a breaking heart
is a quiet, almost inaudible crack
you'll hear it if you pay attention:
When someone's voice sounds like
a rubber band that's stretching,
as if someone tied their vocal cords
so they can only speak in strangled tones
When someone's laughter becomes
nothing more than a mere exercise;
a part of the balanced diet required
for social acceptance
When someone's views become
a metaphor for their despair,
as if extremism will force their heart to
come out with all its open wounds and
face the world
The sound of a breaking heart,
is like a glass that is seconds
away from exploding,
the first crack is hardly audible -
but when it truly breaks,
there is no way to fix it all up again.
Rida Altaf is a Pakistani student, poet, and a cheese-lover. She thinks that caffeine is the ultimate source of ideas for all her poems. She believes in hard work and creativity and is always hiding in some corner, reading a book. She posts her poetry on Instagram (@deskofideas).
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