A broken heart,
rapidly beating as it
shatters into a million pieces.
Shards of pain as thin as glass
scattered about in disarray.
The heart’s eye sees its reflection
among the shiny emotional debris
Unable to imagine its original wholeness.
Pain and emotion spill
from the heart’s tender center
like vivid life’s blood.
Dripping in a sorrowful rhythm
as it mourns its brokenness.
Broken for now but the true beauty
lies in its ability to become whole again.
Every piece coming back together.
The heart is broken no more
as it pumps new life’s blood….
until the next time.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall