I had from the start
Carried a broken heart
One which endured all grief
And always found a way to forgive
It’s been long this way
That I couldn’t take it anymore
I decided I should find some way
To bring my heart together as before
The process was exhausting and long
But I had to stay strong
I thought I was alone
But many hands were reached to help
My heart was fixed, not healed
I realized my heart was made of glass
It can be fixed but never to be the same
Whispering Rose
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-337/
