A Dried Heart

There are days where nothing is what you think.
When everything falls and shatters.
Nothing remains whole. 

The heart splashes to the ground.
Shattering rather than splatting.
It is dried from the burden of pain. 

Breaking to many pieces.
Going in every direction.
Repair seems likely impossible.

When Life is breathed into it.
It's now malleable.
Allowing it to fall, splatter, and stretch.

Never breaking again...

- Ruptes

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.