Your heart is hurt but so full, a vessel cracked yet brimful.
Though fissures thread its tender clay, it holds more love with each new day.
What breaks us can make space within, for deeper tides to ebb and win.
Your wounds, like ancient potter's art, add graceful lines across your heart.
You've known the weight of sorrow's stone, felt sharpest thorns that life has grown.
Yet in these spaces, carved by pain, you've poured in joy, again, again.
Some hide their heart when it's been scarred, keep love at bay, stand guard-on-guard.
But you, brave soul, chose not to hoard despite the cracks, you've gladly poured.
You've filled your heart with sunlit morns, with friendships strong and springtime's dawns.
With laughter shared and tears released, with quiet strength, when storms have ceased.
Yes, there are nights it throbs, it aches, when sleep eludes and dawn forsakes.
Yet come the day, it swells once more with life's rich gifts upon its shore.
Your heart is hurt but so full a paradox, near-implausible.
In you, we see what humans can; feel deep, heal strong, love while we can.
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Penny for a Poem
PoésieI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
