Porecelain Heart Poem by Krista Thomas

Broken heart one more time
Pick yourself up, why even cry
Broken pieces in your hands
Wonder how you'll make it whole

You know, you pray
This can't be the way
You cry, you say
Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart of mine

Someone said 'A broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger'
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break

Creator only You take brokenness
And create it into beauty once again