Wish I had
a polished heart,
all sweetness, light
and butterflies.
This is not my heart.
Ratty, scraggly,
broken, scarred,
patched –
this being Alaska,
with duct tape.
This is my heart.
Thank you
for handling
my imperfect,
unpolished heart
with care
and love.
A.H.
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