Just when you think your heart is despondent. Perhaps not in the most passionate of states, something triggers the dammed up emotions of the past, and something tender begins to erupt.
It feels good to be alive. But it hurts to hurt. This is a little and passing boo boo. But I realize more than ever my heart is truly a treasure.
Wisdom's Knocking:
"There's power in them rolling hills, come on
You're a prize possession, not everybody's worthy
Only reason I know, cuz I headed down that road
And it'd be a shame for you not to have your own glow, come." -- Jill Scott
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