My heart's been
beaten and battered;
it's been
bruised and broken.
The wounds are deep
and the pain blinding,
foretelling a future
where love
would not exist.
But in the healing
I realize,
scar tissue makes
the heart
grow stronger.
These cells have
worked so hard
to fix my brokenness
and repair
my hurting heart.
And while I am not
as I was before,
I'm better than
I ever was.