My heart has been shattered before
Pieces of glass, splintered and scattered
But as you took the pieces
Of my heart within your hands
To keep it safe
You transformed it
No longer is it made of glass
No longer is it frail and fragile
But a more robust, more durable material
It changed over the years
Into more of a fabric material
Something that kept me warm
Safe, protected against all weather
Something that could handle a tear
Stains that could either be washed away
Or become that of a memory
That made us stronger
But never did I notice
That as I kept going
Picking myself up from one fall and another
That my fabric was no longer strong
It was no longer clean and warm
The material has many holes
And unlike glass that can be glued back
The fabric has unraveled
It has been ripped and torn
Strings dangle, frail and thin
Not to the point that it should be thrown out
It could still be repaired by skilled hands
If only that man
Who once held it tightly
Chose to carry it forever
In his hands and next to his own heart
(Photo by Magdaline John on Unsplash)
Poignant and heartfelt words 🙂👍