Love and Growth

To love another person takes some guts
A willingness to die a hundred times
To shatter from five thousand papercuts
Then smile with bleeding heart and say “I’m fine”

Yet shattered mirror that is love reflects
Upon unuséd heartstrings not yet strung,
And filling in the chasms thus connects
With liquid gold the pieces, and rehung

Formation, painful, thus allows rebirth
A chance to change, to shape a shape anew
More beautiful, resilient. Tis worth
The pain, the scars. Your worth may yet accrue

So let your cracks take shape, with patience may
Love’s flower blossom grow again some day