A Shattered Heart

Some say a broken heart is like a shattered vase

Fragile pieces scattered all over the place.

The shattered pieces of broken glass seem to go everywhere

Unlike the pieces of a broken heart that seem to pierce your soul.

With faith and hope you try to mend the broken heart

Unlike the vase it cannot be so easily replaced.

It takes a while to mend it and then you lock it up

You hide the key and wait to see if someone can be found

A special person who will use the key to unlock the heart

A unique person who will handle the heart with gentle hands,

Who can be honest, truthful and handle it with care.

My heart and I wonder is there really that kind of person out there.