Shaping the Crazy

Mending Pieces

A heart once whole, now torn apart,  
Left me stumbling in the dark.  
Each piece that fell, I thought I’d lose,  
But found them still, though bruised and used.  
  
I gathered them, both sharp and frayed,  
With gentle hands, I slowly laid  
The pieces back, in place once more,  
Though not the same as they were before.  
  
Each crack, each scar, a story told,  
Of love once lost and pain grown old.  
But in the mending, strength was born,  
A heart rebuilt, no longer torn.  
  
Though once it shattered, now it beats,  
With strength that flourished through defeats.  
And though it’s different, changed, and worn,  
This heart is radiant and reborn. 

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