Grandma told me a story once
That God created hearts like jigsaw puzzles
Patiently putting all the pieces together
Till they had a rhythm of its own.
Every heart was different.
Some take minutes to win.
Others have a few missing pieces
And then some need a lifetime of patience.
I remember looking at her
with bright eyes and an ignited curiosity
with more questions filling my head than answers.
“Those fragile little pieces carrying the weight of the world.
won’t they easily break?”
She Smiled and answered.
“And again can be built from scratch if you have what it takes.”
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