A heart of only porcelain

so fragile

and so light

under pressure is shattered

with jagged pieces scattered

because a heart of porcelain

could not survive the fight.


The thousand broken pieces

so many

and so vast

are swept up from the cold hard floor

with a notion of making something more

because a thousand broken pieces

can create a heart that lasts.


And this new heart of porcelain

now healed,

and now so strong

made from a thousand broken parts

is most beautiful of all hearts

and will last for very long.


A/N: Dedicated to anyone who's ever tried to find beauty after life's difficulties...

I believe that good things can come from bad as this poem demonstrates.. After we heal from emotional pain we can become stronger than ever.