smiling and sobbing do not go together
mostly because tasting her sadness makes her
feel pathetic. familiar tears fill her, blind her.
she scrapes her bare knees as she
stumbles and falls onto the path less traveled.
bits of broken hearts jut out of the broken road
and she sits between pieces. she wants them-
to see if they have her broken edges-
but the ground has a strong hold and bares its teeth
when she tugs at one. bleeding hands cradle her
weary head and she sighs.
she lifts her eyes and sees a small heart,
chipped and broken, glinting in the darkness.
it drowns in her tears; she makes a boat from
her own heart and rescues this drowning soul.
the hearts share a beat and their scars continue each other.
this newfound heart bounds down the path and out of sight,
but she dries her cheeks and picks herself up
and shakes the brokenness from her shoes
because she knows there will be better ahead.
beautiful, beautiful.
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