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I mend it with the broken pieces.

When my heart was broken

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