a broken heart
A broken heart.
Most fear it.
All try to avoid it.
But I-I have lived my life with a broken heart.
When I love, it is wholly- fully- ardently.
I give everything and hold nothing back.
More often than not, I am left alone and broken.
Discarded. But with each break, something happens.
More love flows out of me.
My ability to give love extends.
Most become harder and calloused and closed.
But I become softer.
Each break is making room for more-More love.
More loyalty, More giving.
More acceptance.
More of what is needed in this life- true love.
The more I am broken, The more I am changed.
I embrace the breaks for with each one I know I have sown more of WHO I am.
I have given that which cannot be taken away.
A piece of me moves with everyone I have loved and then lost.
And a new part of me springs forth to become available to others.