It is broken and I hold its pieces;
And I am cast off, unsafe and unsure;
And I am in pain as the fragments cut;
But I also feel I must yet endure.
Grave voices around me, wiser than I,
Whisper, we do not blindly feel; but know:
Yes, broken hearts shall continue to wound;
So, borne enough for now, you must let go.
I can’t recall when I laughed last,
When I was happy and free,
When I felt nothing haunting me
And I forgot hurts from the past.
Pleasant times move so very fast;
And I‘m left with clipped memory
Of pain that won’t let me be
Nor help recall when I laughed last.
When we are unthinking moths,
Lives depend on certain shields,
That cover the dazzling flames,
Calling us from open fields
The paper or glass protects
Our anxious, wispy wings,
From the promises of fire
And other such man-made things.
Sometimes we breach through the light
And we, fluttering, burn;
Because you didn’t screen the glare
And we could never learn.
Hearts Still Care 
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