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