A splintered soul

She left a bit of her soul
on the housing estate,
where names was daubed
on an old brick wall,

and a bit of her soul
was left behind
at her old school desk,
with her injured pride.

And a bit at the bank,
her very first job,
where she'd fallen hard
for a bloke called Bob.

And a little bit more,
when her husband died
and the sheets got wet
from the tears she'd cried.

And a bit more still
as the debts piled high
though she hid it all
from her children's eyes.

And she feels
she left a part of her
at every port of call,
and she

mourns the loss
of each little bit
of her sad and
splintered soul.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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