A heavy heart weighs down the chest
Broken and a little beaten
sunken and slightly bruised
but no matter how much it's tossed about
the heart will always become anew.
For strong is the weathered heart
Polished by rough waters and harsh winds
Baking in the heat of the sun
Until it is whole once again.
For its cracks are filled with pieces
of what others left behind.
Little pieces of their heart
they couldn't contain in time.
Even though the waters
have tossed and turned their ways
it has smoothed down rough edges
that used to cut and slay.
For now the heart in gentle
it's sharp edges cut no more
for it knows the path is hard
as it once traveled down before.
But time can harden hearts
as much as it wears them down
trails make them stronger
until they no longer can be pushed around.
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Rivers of Words
PoetryThe poems which keep me up at night--pondering about life and happiness. A canvas of words too big to be kept to myself.
