Book of Sensitivities

Patchwork Hearts

I want my heart to be patchwork.

I want to wear it on my sleeve,

to be given, taken, stolen, trampled.

One that I can pick up, brush off, 

and put back on my sleeve, unprotected,

and ready to try agian.

Courage to face the fear of vulnerability,

is my sleeve.

I don't want my heart to be crystalline...

ready to break if not behind a wall.

Nearly impossible to piece back together.

A patchwork heart is my desire....

my nature....

my life.