A scarred but healed heart...

Behind The Smile ― Photo Credit ∙ I was writing in my journal pouring out my struggle and then the following flowed from my pen: ∙ My heart is shards of glasssome too small to seewith the human eye.Splintered into nothingnessno glue can formonce what wasa beautiful heart.Beating true in innocencelove and trust. ∙ My heart now liesin shattered shards of glass.Glass dustbeyond any healers hand. ∙ I see the healertake the pieces and mend the fragmentstogether again. ∙ The shards so [...].