A shard of heart, so bruised, so torn,
A piece of love, forever worn.
The echoes of a tender past,
Now scattered, fragile, and outclassed.
Once whole, now fractured by the weight,
Of dreams that faltered, of love turned late.
Each splinter sharp, a whispered cry,
A silent plea beneath the sky.
The jagged edges mark the pain,
A subtle burn, a quiet stain.
Yet in the cracks, there’s room to grow,
A tender seed, a soft glow.
For though it’s broken, scattered wide,
A piece of heart still holds its pride.
In every fracture, in every tear,
Lies the strength to rise, to persevere.
A shattered heart, yes, but not defeated,
A puzzle remade, though still incomplete.
Each piece is part of who I am,
A map of where I’ve loved, and ran.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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