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.
The View from Here 