What Is the Chance?
A broken heart is impossible to completely mend
that part was destroyed,
but will always hold a place,
Other things can fill that void,
some things can even soften the hurt
But no matter how hard one tries to move on,
one is forever changed
forever left remembering the times before,
when the sun seemed brighter
How does one pick up the pieces and put them back together?
One may feel like a puzzle with a missing part
nothing could ever take the place,
or fit as perfectly as the original piece
And one will forever search
for any piece that comes remotely close
Ones heart can break many times
but each time there is more room for the heart to grow colder
And slowly the heart falls away from where it used to be
once snuggled against God,
now in the dark barely catching a glimpse of God's power
Dreams that once seemed so close and possible,
are now realized only as dreams and mere chances.
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