Tripping over shifting moods
Racing excitement
Slipping and sliding confusion
Banging against rocky sadness
Coming to rest bruised and scraped
Crying so hard it turns to laughter
With headaches and running mascara
Breathing past sobs and hiccups
Pushing up from the ground
Gritty gravel and dry broken grass scraped away
Standing still slowly looking all around
Certain that vision had tumbled away
Fitting the next piece of the puzzle into place
“The human heart has a way of making itself large again
even after it’s been broken into a million pieces.”
~ Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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