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The heart is a fragile thing,  
Only able to hold so much.  
Like a ship  
Sailing through a storm.  
Some make it through.  
Others, water fills the hull.  
  
Wave after wave,  
Try as you might.
You must stay afloat
The best way you can.  
No matter how many patches,  
Water still leaks in.  
Just like a heart,  
Pumping, but weighed down.
You must keep going.  
Take the proper precautions,
Jump overboard,
Swim if you must,  
No matter how many lies  
Have poked and prodded  
At your heart.  
No matter how many holes  
Have pierced your soul.  
Don’t drown.  
As long as you keep kicking,  
The sun will always shine.
Not all beautiful locations are
charted on a map
Natalie Oct 21
I learned to be quiet.
To be sure not to say a whole lot.
To keep me voice down
and not speak up.

I learned the art of listening to those around me.
Knowing how it feels to be ignored
or feel like too much.

No one ever questioned
or thought it odd
that I had not a single thing to say.

Until you.

You created space for me to be.
Your eyes, they lit up when I would speak
You looked at me with intention
You listened with expectation
As if everything I had to say
was unlocking another piece of the mystery
You handled me with care
To you I was a fragile jar made of clay
with lily's and magnolias delicately placed
inside.

You're the person I've been for everyone else
for me.

— The End —