All Hearts

Endings comes in many forms

sometimes in weeping fits,
like a child who needs rest

and sometimes in silence,
in brittleness,
where the piece of glass
that is your heart,
once rendered unto dust,
must be forged into something new,
rather than be glued
into what it had been.
The only problem
is that glass must needs a forge to be reborn,
and all hearts hate the furnace
that makes them what they are.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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4 Responses to All Hearts

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    it’s the fire that’s the sweetest sometimes. And endings aren’t the end.

  2. Axel Rider says:

    Hey, I wanted to say I love your poetry. Felt that poem was very fitting with the end of the year. But anyway, I wanted to post this on your about section, but I couldn’t really find it -_-
    I nominated for this here award, “Very Inspiring Blogger Award.” Check out the rules of the game here

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