A man’s heart was broken,
Shattered into pieces
Like a puzzle almost,
He had to put it back together again
With the help of family,
With the help of friends.
His family helped,
Tried to glue the pieces back together,
Tell him everything was all right,
But it was not,
He still felt broken,
The glue melted
Like the wax of a lit candle,
And all the pieces fell down again.
His friends saw the pieces on the floor,
And decided to try and stitch them back together,
His heart beat fast,
As his best of friends sewed the pieces back,
But when he thought of love again,
The pieces of thread opened,
And he fell to the floor
On his knees,
Asking for someone to help him.
He stared at the ground
Saw a puddle
Saw his reflection
And noticed that the only person who knew about his heart
Better than his family and friends
Was staring at him right now.
So he took off his shirt,
Opened his chest,
Saw the pieces that needed to be fixed,
Noticed the ones that needed to be replaced,
Took them out slowly,
Saw the memories that each of the pieces held,
And discarded some,
The useless ones,
Kept the ones that helped him grow,
Stitched and glued,
Cut and sewed,
And put a lock on his heart,
But held the key to himself.
“One day,” he whispered,
“This key will belong to someone else.”
Have you ever had your heart broken? What did it take to mend that broken heart? Was it your friends, your family, yourself, or someone else? In your opinion, what's the best remedy for a broken heart?