Weary Heart

The mess when hearts collide,

Pain and loss, come with the joyful side.

Flirting with insecurity,

Praying for assurance – see?

Want control and outcomes guaranteed,

But all you can do is water and plant the seeds.

Watching as this flower blooms,

Beauty out of dust – no gloom.

But weeds can come and clouds bring doom.

Yet I’ll seek a sunny forecast with you.

Weary hearts inside our chests,

Bleary eyes find rest.

It’s the beginning of the rest,

Praying we pass the test.

  

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