Some hearts
some hearts are lucky
some hearts
battered and washed
by waves of pain
are only worn more smooth
the cold abrasive world
only washes them
more beautifully
some hearts don’t break
they merely shine
with more possibilities
they lay in wait
and lend more strength
and no matter what is thrown
at them
against them
it doesn’t ever leave
and obvious mark
some hearts
some hearts are lucky
some hearts don’t break.

April Wells
3/3/16