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.
Hearts Still Care 