Be gentle with my fragile heart
It’s cracked and scarred from years of misuse
Those missing sections you see are where people ripped pieces away
Discarding them as they left
It’s been battered and bruised.
My heart is beginning to heal.
There are band-aids on the cuts
My beat is stronger, brighter
It’s confident and controlled
Just please be careful with my heart as it continues to grow.
I wish I could look at the world through rose-colored glasses like many do. I have prayed that the glass I drink from is half full. And wouldn’t it be great if I didn’t have the desire to pluck the ace of spades from the house of cards? But that’s my reality… I will always push the boundaries. I will always question my purpose. I may be skeptical but at least I do it with a smile and a sense of humor about myself.
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