Tender heart,
you bleed all over
this broken, hardened world,
holding the shards
of yet another hope,
shattered beyond repair.
Aching heart,
drawing so tightly
within your paper-thin walls—
an illusion of shelter
between a cruel world
and your lifeblood.
Courage, dear heart,
your spirit bears
within this gift of pain
a gentleness so strong
to die a thousand deaths
and still know how to cry.
