Shattered-Revisited

Penny Wilson Writes

The saying “my heart has shattered into a million pieces” is a cliche’, I know.  But let me explain why I describe it this way.  I look at the cracks and reflect on them.  Every one, a lesson, an event, a memory.  They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking.  Some intertwine. This one, just another stumble in the road of life.  I think that tiny one over there, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache.  Some cracks, you can barely see.  Other are red, raw, still bleeding.  Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or it was an escape from the ravages of war/love.  Every one painful; but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  The cracks and fissures are part of me.  They have molded me into the woman I am today.  Yes, I’ll keep my shattered heart.  I’ve grown quite fond of it.

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