The Broken Heart
The first tiny crack appeared
Quietly behind the door
My head snapped in the direction
I’m not sure of the cause
In the beginning it was so small
Could only be seen when held to the light
And even tracing your fingernail
Could not be felt
It was more like a small stone
In your shoe
Like a crack in the mirror
It distorted the image
A crack in the cup
Prevents it from holding the tea
A crack in the boat
No longer floats
A crack in the sidewalk
When stepped on
Will break your Mother’s back
Over time the crack grew larger
The surface was crazed
The burden too heavy to carry
I take a deep breath
Imagine the cracks fall away
In the light of the shining sun
My heart seems whole
*I began thinking about the heart… the heart of any human. Can we remember the first break. Did it happen one night, we were not aware… something happened somewhere else. And over time through loss and disappointment, more cracks happened. And I wanted to think about the cracks and what they do, “distort the image.” But when all is said and done, we look out and the sun is shinning, everything is so beautiful… the cracks seem to fall away. All is whole again.
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