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POETRY
Heartbeat
Do broken hearts still work?
My heart has been broken so much.
It’s been pushed and pulled yanked apart,
Pushed to its limits.
I barely recognize it or know it anymore.
Sometimes it tells me sweet things.
Sometimes it lies.
It’s not its fault. It’s trying.
It’s a broken organ trying to work again.
To restart, to begin again, to try something new.
It’s damaged, it doesn’t know any better.
It only knows what it’s learned, its experiences
Somehow it still knows how to love, it’s just hesitant.
It’s understandable after all it’s been through.
A broken heart that still tries to love,
may be the bravest, compared to those with no bumps and bruises.
It’s seen the hard times and it continues on.
Unsteady, but beating-
Scared, but trying-
Broken, but feeling-
Even if it looks rough around the edges.
Inside, hope and love are buried-
Sometimes they slowly seep through the cracks,
Uncertain & frightened, peeking out to see if it’s safe.
My heart beats on,
trying to feel, hope, and love again.
