Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Damaged heart.

Over the years, my heart fell out,
I dragged it across old cracked pavements,
Across pathways in the woods where leaves and mud stuck to it like glue,
Let others hold on to it, like young children unknowing how to hold something so fragile,
Let them break it and drop it carelessly back onto the floor.
And then, one day I put it back into my chest.
That day, I wondered, on awe of how strange life felt with a heart so damaged. In awe of how much more beautiful and sad the world was.