If the heart is a muscle
How can it break?
In a thousand pieces
A constant ache
Shattered like glass
Trodden into the ground
Slashing life’s tires
Irreparable and profound
Ripped apart over and again
Miraculously repairing
Growing larger than before
Open to more exploring
Never forever broken
A heart always repairs
Life’s great mystery
Meant to be shared
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to D’Verse Unseen Things