Lost are Found

Human hearts, both strong and meek,

              are meant to break and mend 

Pure love is like the air they breathe,

              made to receive and send

 

A human heart deprived this course 

              will harden like cement

Though pain and torture mark the path,

              love must be got and sent

 

A nearly broken heart that’s lost

              will cling to love that lies

Better to pretend belief

             than open painful eyes

 

Brittle, cracking, falling loose,

             still grasping every thread

Deceptive webs of gross untruth

             slash piercing wounds of dread 

 

Until at last no option’s left

            Except to see what’s there

What once was sweet, now torn to shreds

             ripped barren, dry, and bare

 

Mem’ries burn and scar the mind,

            reliving strikes and lies

The human heart meanders on

              while at its core it cries

 

Forgive it must; forget it can’t,

            and who could tell it to?

For though the scars are ripe and raw,

             they help the heart be true

 

A broken heart perhaps is not, 

             in fact, destroyed at all

But just a heart more fortunate

             for suffering its fall

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In the end, this cruel, cruel game

             of love gone dry and thin

Is just the storm that cuts the path

             for hearts to shed their skin

 

The bludgeoned, ravaged, cleared-out heart

              beats strong, and will endure

Because it knows the love it held

              was always true and pure

 

A heart once broken open then 

              has tripled in its size

Capacity compounded, 

              It now seeks with wiser eyes

 

Having freshly found itself,

              the scarred heart moves along,

its cracks and fissures letting loose

              a clearer, sweeter song

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