A Wary Heart
A broken heart Hurts more than shattered glass, And for long. For long does it recall the pang of fear; The fear of being broken once again. It recoils, Within itself, Never offering itself over again to be crushed Even if you promise it wouldn't happen so again: I am a bad learner, My heart not so! For even when I release its grip from the scalding memory of the past It folds unto itself in fear of another unassuming coal, Another unexpected blow, One more shattering, And of many more.