After the heart broke like a porcelain bowl,
when it shattered in pieces, scattered,
life itself reassembled the shards.
Friends bring their melted gold
to seal the bits together again.
I trace my fingers across the shining scars.
Some pieces will be missing forever.
Let me fall in love with what has been broken.
Let me dare to call it beautiful.
the heart breaks open
taking its sweet time to heal
always grows larger
beautiful. so beautiful
“Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”
– the Wizard of Oz
Bah, humbug. Why settle for a practical heart? I’d rather dream and live like Mary Chapin Carpenter and Susan J Tweit: “with my heart outstretched as if it were my hand.”
It’s inevitable and it’s bound to happen, y’know: In time, the repeatedly-reforged heart will be pure gold. The hearts of every beloved will be what totally comprises our own.
one of my favorite quotes to argue with … loving your heart of gold
Beautiful. Thank you.
<3
Gorgeous.
thank you, Sherry
‘Tis beautiful
Thank you, Vonita, thank you
How beautiful your broken heart Rosemerry, mended with the gold of friendship, shared with us all. xoxox
Oh how friendship has saved me from despair, has allowed me to meet everything. Pure gold.
This is just what I needed. Thank You for sharing. Ending 28 year marriage my heart is pretty broken …
Oh Teresa, my broken open heart is so open to yours. I wish you peace as you meet this loss, this new chapter.