Broken

I once held a heart in my little palm
hopeless, broken, barely holding on to the thread of life

 

I once held a heart in my little palm
and listened as it told me a story
of love, of loss, of heartache

of sorrow, of pain, of darkness

 

I once held a heart in my little palm
and could feel my heart beating in response
to this broken piece of this beautiful world

 

I once held a heart in my little palm
and slowly brought it to the light
and slowly stitched the worn-out pieces back together

 

Now I hold a heart in my little palm
beating, pulsing, full of life

 

Copyright © Gold O.

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