As I've grown, I've learned to tend a broken heart.
To let it sit despite its yearning cries
For a love that no one can give,
To turn my eyes outward toward the world,
Instead of peering inward at the source
Of my pain;
To coalesce my hope with my doubt,
So that I can find meaning
In all that reality has to offer;
To leave my heart open, despite its gushing wound.
To know that my blood replenishes itself
Through the strength of my bones.
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