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.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck. ❤
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Very beautifully penned down, great post liked it very much. Thank you so much for sharing this
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Thank you kindly!
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Those fissures have a way of making us stronger. And, you, Penny, are incredible and strong.
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Thank you, Audrey. ❤ ❤
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Incredible writing, Penny!
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Awww, thank you Sweet Girl! ❤
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Always a pleasure, Penny. 💗
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so poignant and beautifully written.
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Thank you so much! ❤
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You’re so welcome, my pleasure! ❤️
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This is lovely, Penny. Happy New Year.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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