Once, I knew of a heart that could no longer be contained
and thus climbed out of its skin to sit on the shouldered peak of love
Fragile, the heart had always been, so it took great care not to fall and break
Delighted with this new spot, it basked in the warmth of a blinding light
which burned a bit, but usually was tolerable
As time went on, cracks began to develop where it had been burned repeatedly
causing the heart’s surface to harden
Though this was an undesirable state, the heart withstood the pain
in order to stay on top of love
Sometimes the heart questioned whether it was worth the pain of all these scars
but resolved with itself that it most assuredly was
While pondering these thoughts, the light of love suddenly went away
In the darkness the heart tripped, stumbled, and began a fall that seemed endless
When finally it hit bottom, the heart was broken and could not move
It remained stuck in that place and alone, for a very long time
Finally, after a long healing process, the heart slowly picked up its broken pieces
glueing them together one by one, until it felt whole again
With this reinforcement, and renewed strength, it began
the long, trepidatious climb to the top of love once again
But this time, the ever-cautious heart wore a harness
and insisted that love throw out a safety net
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