The Heart

Can the heart know joy without holes

Can it recognize happiness without loss

Daily my heart is punctured by unmet expectations

Is that my doing or that of another

By having expectations am I setting my heart up

Or maybe expectations is the wrong description

Either way how do I take responsibility for the punctures

The holes are mine to fill or jump over

The punctures are mine to patch up and care for

The loss is mine to remember possession of

Puncture is mine to accept, reject, or repair

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