The Art of My Heart

I took my heart and walked away without someone to run to I did something for me and I did it without you. I walked through the dark without seeing the light I believed it was there though I lost my sight I stumbled through weakness until I found strength I learned how to swim even though my heart sank I smiled through pain and the wounds I dont show I left the familiar for a path I don't know and somewhere through the suffering I found my way after all I've been through somehow, I'm okay. I stood back up after falling apart who knew heartache would be my finest art.