“Prism Heart”


Fragmented heart,
held by grace;
pieced together
like inticate lace.
Where once was whole
it’s chipped away;
quietly leaving
much empty space.
Broken vessel
all cracked and stained;
gently seeping
years of pain.
Through the cracks
of an empty place
beams of light
fill the space.
It’s been broken
and slightly abused;
a heap of rubble
perfectly used.
Reflective colors
through shattered glass;
a prism shines
through all the cracks.

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