It’s neither Broken nor Torn,
Ripped, Forlorn, nor Worn on my sleave,
Though it’s been Beat at-
Squeezed like babies cheeks,
Pierced with a Dart like a sought Bulls eye.
And as Delicate as it seems
With all it’s Holes, Burns, and Bruises,
I gently unknot it at it’s seams
To share with you
My Resilient Heart!