It’s neither Broken nor Torn,

Ripped, Forlorn, nor Worn on my sleave,

Though it’s been Beat at-

Hit at-

Pulled together-

Pushed apart-

Squeezed like babies cheeks,

Tug-of-War,

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!

 

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