May 5, 2018
Mosaic Heart
You’re a giver.
You gave pieces of your heart
To those who wanted to make a patchwork quilt
Just to keep warm.
Then you set yourself on fire
When they still shivered in your presence.
Your heart became a fragile glass,
Stained with tears and blood.
You trusted clumsy souls with it;
They shattered your hope and desire.
A clear glass pane is boring,
People look straight through the real you.
I gave you pieces of my heart
To fill in your missing gaps.
Stained glass is always prettier,
Even if you cut yourself
Putting the shards together again.