Broken Things

There is a tendency to discard the broken things.We set them on a shelf to be fixed at another time.Then little by little time ticks by,slowly, we forget about the broken things we set aside.With the best of intentions,we get lost in the search for replacement parts.Clinging to the hope that somewhere there is an identical piece.It will be like nothing ever happenedBut there are no replacements for pieces of a heart.Hearts don’t get to sit on a shelf when brokenthey have to keep going, keep beatingWhen it’s a fractured heart you don’t have the same optionsPain and struggle are easy to get lost in.I have heard it said that hearts shouldn’t be so fragilethe older I get the more I disagreeThere is a great strength in vulnerabilityHardening your heart is easier than wearing it on your sleeveSome lessons can only be learned through painPain can destroy and create all the sameThe dreamer of happily ever after isn’t naiveThere is risk in in a dream and still so much to gainBreaking can be a beautiful artbeating through the pain and finding strength in healingTransformation is more than revealingNo need to discard; you can still love with a broken heart.