You wear your heart upon your sleeve –
Its weight creates some creases.
Heavy are your broken thoughts,
And heavy your heart’s pieces.
Divided are your loyalties,
Severed are your chances;
Dislocation marks your face,
Misfortune haunts your glances.
Disappointments mark your road,
Brokenness your byway;
Trust has been hard row to hoe,
Detachment paints life’s highway.
Earnings have been Judas kiss,
Betrayal pays your wages;
Ruptured are your circumstances,
Treachery their sages.
Yet bloom you will, and bloom you must,
Steadfast and unwavering;
Tenacity your saving grace,
Audacity your flavouring.
Knowing One who walked your road,
Leaning on His power;
You can hold your head up high,
And offer daring flower.