When my heart was broken
and lay shattered at my feet
I saved the parts I could
though there wasn’t much to keep
~
I put some pieces in my pocket
in case I needed them someday
the rest I used to build a road
so I could walk away
~
I built a bridge with what was left
and crossed the river of my tears
it carried me past heartache
kept me safe from all my fears
~
With every step I took
my heart began to mend
better than it was before
it grew strong enough to bend
~
Every now and then
when I feel it might just shatter
those pieces in my pocket
remind me of what matters
~
And when it happens like it does
and I find a little crack
those pieces in my pocket
are the pieces I put back
~
Crystal R. Cook
❤
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I love all your writing cris and this is
One of my favorite!
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this is one touching poem..
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Thanks 😉
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Awhhhh that’s lovely. Such a beautiful image. And apparently you have a regenerating heart, so perhaps you are Dr Who 😉 Anyways I think hearts get bigger, the more bits of them you give away 🙂
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YES! I am The Doctor! Actually, my son’s nickname is David Tenant to his friends because he looks, and acts so much like 10. I love 10 the mostest, but my Michael is cuter 🙂 And I think hearts get bigger as well when put to good use.
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10 is THE GORGEOUS. I won’t actually watch any that’s not him, now. I saw a pic of your son the other day, with a shirt and (maybe?) a dickie bow. He’s awesome.
SO cool that you have this link.
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Yes, one of his more unique ensembles, there are a couple of pictures where he looks so much like 10, they may be in my Facebook photos, have you seen my kiddos yet? I haven’t posted pics in a while. Anyway, still thinking about 10. I am still in mourning from his regeneration.
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Very pretty, Crystal! ❤
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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