Terra Cotta Heart
If I had more strength I wouldn't blink an eye nor would I turn around looking behind. I would smile and nod, noticing some peace of mind.
If I had courage I would show it readily and raise my banner higher. I would climb out of this rut and awash my soul of the hurt while stepping thru the mire.
I would wrap my Terra Cotta Heart with my stronger and loving arms so its pulse never ceases. And sheltering it so it would never shatter or break into smaller, jagged pieces.
But I am only a woman who carries too much upon her shoulders and I know my heart can't stand the stress. It is already cracking and I know I will be cleaning up the mess.