Hurting Heart

Sometimes emotions hurt the heart deeply It's heavy, tired, waiting for release from tears It needs comfort, warmth, insulation, so fragile Like a cracked piece of glass, ready to crumble It feels close, but distant, unable to reach Protected with self defense to hurt no more Where is the love it is crying for with an echo? Where is the trust it yearns for to survive? It hurts from what ears can hear out there It hurts from what your eyes see at times It hurts from memories your mind may have It waits for healing and beats to its own drum The hurting heart beats until it finds music Whether anyone sings or dances, it must play to live Heidi Sands 11/27/21