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The fill with broken promises
They break your heart.
Do not let them break your soul.
With every heart
That gets embraced
Too tightly to believe
It grows so amazingly
It’s shell glass.
Then it shatters
And sinks
Down to the bottom of a dark place.
Where it doubts and questions
What it was really made of
And will ever be again.
That is when it is most powerful.
That is where the mind steps in
From the dark it steps forward
Kneels down to the heart
Puts its hand on the hearts face
And raises it.
The heart is a deeper red.
Done taking and putting on the blame itself
The heart pumps harder
It is a deeper red
Its shell rubber.
It walks above its own ruins
Raises its eyes
Promises to never forsake
Never to fail itself again.
It walks on.