I see a gentle heart…
Hurt… bruised…
And damaged… like wet wood
Pushed upon sand
From angry sea.
It baffles me.

The heart is fragmented…torn
Like a cracked water glass
That might break
Any moment
Into a million pieces.
It saddens me.

Within the deepest part
Of a shattered heart
Remains a fragment of hope
And I try to cope…. To understand
A sea-tossed life… filled with pain.
It shatters me.

My hope clings on like an endless song…
Singing within… trying to begin…
To repair the puzzle, unite the parts
Of a gentle heart
Putting it together again.
It brightens me!

Dianne Magor