Some Broken Hearts Never Mend
Broken hearts turn into crimson roses
Meant to be held as prized artefacts
Even if they shall never mend
For hearts are as brittle as window panes
And none has ever been able to glue
A broken pane back together
Yet,
Broken hearts also turn into flying spirits
And allow themselves to be blown
Across the lands and over the oceans
If they allow not the closed minded ones
To keep them as captive roses in well secured
Gardens or in colourful vases!
But it happens that broken hearts
Meet with the one powerful enough
To create, in their midst,
Acceptance and thereby setting the ground
For healing to happen!
These blessed ones tend those hearts
As fervently as the devoted would pray everyday
Or as determinedly as lovers would fight for their beloveds!
Broken hearts then turn into magical elements
Being that which others want them to be:
Either a rainbow for some,
Or a unicorn for others,
Regardless,
As long as they would ignite sparkles
In the eyes of those who would cross their paths,
For,
Their motto would solely be:
To hold out a healing hand!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2022
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