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.

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