Sometimes,
I picture my heart,
like a shattered vase-
At one time
it lay in jagged pieces;
discarded-
hopeless...
seemingly broken beyond repair.
Then slowly the pieces
were fit back together-
a fragile puzzle-
tiny fragments missing
here and there...
Glued back together,
carefully,
delicately,
ever so slowly-
Now, from far away,
my heart looks whole...
but, if you look closely-
you will see jagged scars
running across the entire
surface....
And if I breathe to
hard..
Take to much air into my
lungs..
The glue might disintegrate,
the fragile bond give way-
and my heart will lay
in shattered pieces-
once again.
You write my heart song. Im tellin ya!
ReplyDeleteBut the glue is super glue, it is durable and full strength. Hold in there, time will make it to where you will want to share it again.
ReplyDelete"I say love will come to you
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as if I've offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there's now one there will be two.
And I wish her insight to battle love's blindness
strength from the milk of human kindness
a safe place for all the pieces that scattered learn to pretend there's more than love that matters." (Indigo Girls)
Somehow these lyrics sprung instantly to mind.
Soon the fragile scars will become simple lines and unable to tear apart. You will be stronger than ever and resilient!!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
You have such a terrific way with words. Here's to hoping that those jagged scars are less and less noticeable over time :)
ReplyDeleteYou know what they say about that. You have to have your heart broken every once in a while. The cracks allow light to shine in!
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