Born as a million fragments
each bit, blooming on its own.
I have often tried, to keep them together
Melting them, fusing them, pasting them
Cementing them all, one on top of another
A thousand futile efforts
Towards making a whole…
When each bit has always loved of its own accord
Flying in different directions
Getting burned and scarred
And returning, inside my chest
To rest awhile, before flying off again
On a new adventure.
I suppose it will never learn
This heart, never completely broken,
Never irrevocably scarred
Has never unconditionally loved!