My Heart

My Heart

My heart,
Alternately overflowing
With joy,
With love,
With life.
Marked with tiny fissures,
Places where it has tried to break
From sadness and loss
But never did.
I used to worry about those cracks-
Would my heart finally splinter into a million tiny pieces,
Broken beyond repair?
I guarded it so carefully,
Protecting it from harm,
Shielding it from any chance of pain.
Then I realized that the cracks only make my heart stronger,
As they are the places that let the light in,
And the joy shine through.

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