Cracked by the freezing wind and the hammer blow,
My heart can sustain me no more,
Or at least, I thought that true,
Until I felt inside a second heart,
And knew the first to be a mask,
A shell I wore to tow the line,
To hide the light,
To disappear.

Imagine the joy I felt to find
A heart of infinite depth,
And the fear to see that my heart would sustain me,
But only as much as my courage would allow.
Forever now, each day, each moment,
I blaze my love out to all sides,
Lest the shell reforms,
And engulfs the light of my radiance,
Until in apathy and cynicism,
The world turns grey.

It is interesting how tragedy is often what softens the heart the most, though naturally it can go the other way as well, and turn our hearts to stone. If tragedy does befall you, then I pray that it serves to reveal your radiance.

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