Beauty of a Humbled Heart

Heart: Love, like a fragment of shell.
Marred and broken; it still holds beauty.

A single brass wing brings flight to mind,
with images of lighter than air creatures.

Glass and metal sparkle and catch my eye.
Memories pieced together. And so we rise.

I overheard her say, "you're just going to have
to take it with a grain of salt."

And so we rise.