How do you grow a new life from the broken?
A heart refusing to believe that it is over
Can you transplant a new heart when the old
One is broken to pieces, mere porcelain
And you still need to make an investment on glass.
And that glass vase will hold one flower
And still be vulnerable of falling and breaking
From the pedestal she lifts you to.
Like a gecko’s tail grows back, will the anoxic
Places of the heart find some crimson blood
Will my hemoglobin carry a new oxygen
A new woman, beautiful inside and always imperfect
Around the edges. And that heart of mine
Just like a pomegranate with hundreds of arils
Will find small compartments of life. And you will
Carry the scabs and stitch back the scars
And paint over the wound until she is a masterpiece
Who will turn into your own magnum opus
On a bed of infinite possibilities.