Once upon a lonely time
I thought my heart
needed to be
whole
pristine
unmarred and unmarked
No lumps
no bumps
no cracks
and certainly no holes
time has passed
I’ve discovered
the imperfections
found in my heart
the holes
tiny
and massive
some larger than
my heart itself
pefectly circular
irregular
elongaged
connected to one another
by cracks
In time
now
I’ve found these holes
fit perfectly
with those irregularities
found in the hearts
of others
realization comes
each heart’s irregularities
those we hide
in shame
in fear
in misunderstanding
fit perfectly
with the irrigularities
in the hearts
of others
And now
more than anything in the world
I treasure
the irregularities in my own heart
that fit so perfectly
with the irregularities
of the hearts
who touch mine