Broken heart one more time
Pick yourself up, why even cry
Broken pieces in your hands
Wonder how you'll make it whole
You know, you pray
This can't be the way
You cry, you say
Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart of mine
Someone said 'A broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger'
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break
Creator only You take brokenness
And create it into beauty once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I love the image of the porcelain heart - you handle it well, & give the hope of resurrection at the end just the right emphasis. Thank you.