Beautiful Heart

How can a heart contain of so much pain,

carved in rough jagged edges,
mutilated in so many pieces,
leaving spaces to fill in,
yet, it shines and keeps on beating
just waiting right there,
for other pieces to patch the empty space,
insignia of love and give,




How can a heart pulsate in such vigor,
while it keeps on bleeding red,
no matter how much patches stitched to seal the wound,
it never hesitates to cut a piece of the already charred heart,
expecting nothing in return,
yet, despite the many scars,
its beauty radiates and glows,
offering lights even in the darkest days