by Terry LePage
I refuse to pretend it doesn’t hurt.
My heart breaks.
And I am not afraid.
I wear my broken heart with pride.
I cry in public.
Over and over the tears flow,
Washing away bitterness, and, strangely, despair.
I will not hide from your pain.
I honor your broken heart.
I listen to its cries and
I gasp at the radiance that floods out from the cracks.