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Shattered-Revisited

The saying “my heart has shattered into a million pieces” is a cliche’, I know.  But let me explain why I describe it this way.  I look at the cracks and reflect on them.  Every one, a lesson, an event, a memory.  They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking.  Some intertwine. This one, just another stumble in the road of life.  I think that tiny one over there, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache.  Some cracks, you can barely see.  Other are red, raw, still bleeding.  Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or it was an escape from the ravages of war/love.  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) 2019 Penny Wilson

*I wrote the original of this almost a year ago and liked it then, but with some tweaks, I think that I like it even better now.  Thank you for indulging me with this repeat. 

Image by CeeMon from Pixabay

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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

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