Broken Love

Holding a bag, Carrying my shattered heart. Tied tight, Securely hidden. Only ones with eyes, See the lump concealed by my breast. A chance, To see ME. Broken. Late in the dark, Peaking into the bag. Mourning the broken shards, That used to be my heart. Tall, big, scary, man, Walking slowly into the light. Staring at me, Reaching to me. I turn and run, Fast not far. Fear grips me, I've dropped the bag. My heart, Gone forever. In the hands, Of a stranger. I stop and turn, Terrified at what I'll see. Horror and shock, Grip my every being. He sits down, Gently picking up the pieces. Pulling from his pocket, A needle and golden thread. Stitching with care, Even the smallest shards back together. Standing he hands me my heart, Whole and beautiful. Eyes so kind, forgiving, loving, The eyes of my Maker. Held in the arms of my Savior, Peace at last.

You place them in my life. Weak, Hurting, Confused. I point them to you. Strength, Life, Joy. Then like a conveyor belt, They're gone and moved on. I've done my job, Fixing the broken pieces. They skip on with life. All the time, A smile on my face. Fingers torn and sore, Heart ripped in two. Exhausted and hurting. Looking for any to heal, Perhaps one I helped. A kind soul to mend, The messy pieces of my heart. No One. All gone, All happy, All alone. You teach me, To teach them. How do I learn? You help me, To help them, Where is my help? You comfort me, To comfort them. Where is my hug? Pain so raw, So real. Tears flow like rain, A thunderstorm. Afraid to find, Hope, Joy, or Love. Fear of fixing, Of disappearing. Lost, alone, shaking, crying, scared, hurting..... DARK