Shattered


My heart shattered into a million pieces.  A cliche’, I know.  But let me explain why I describe it this way.  I look at the cracks and count them one by one.  This one taught me this, that one taught me something else.  The one over there; bitter sweet memories.  Lessons learned.  Just another path in the road of life.  They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking.  Some intertwine.  I suspect, this one is where my heart and my head were at war.  I think that tiny one, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache.  Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or an escape from the ravages of war.  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.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson 

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