People say a heart

Can’t be broken

More than once,

And then repaired.

But I have had                            

My heart-broken

Many times

Until the cracks

Crisscrossed,

Across its surface.

Then the final blow

Shattered it

In to the wind,

Making it

Impossible

To mend again.

It takes courage

To love

So many times,

And believe

Good people

Walk the earth.

There must be

Something

Inherent

In the soul

That keeps

Hope alive,

Even when

The heart

Is gone.

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