They say that when you have a child,
your heart will forever walk outside of your body.
And it does.
My heart has been broken so many times
that it has become numb to certain things and people.
But never to my child.
My heart has lost its wonder and belief.
But hers hasn't.
It has tiny little band-aids from little heartbreaks
yet it still emits wonder and enormous love.
Until yesterday.
Now among those tiny band-aids, there is a large one.
One that shouldn't be there
because a grown-up made a decision
that broke a very big piece.
Seeing that big heartbreak wounded my heart
in a way that I'd never known.
See, broken heart pieces are part of life.
But hers has just begun.
Life scatters broken heart pieces freely,
yet I know she will heal.
As for me, having to watch it
through my own heart as well as hers
is something a thousand tiny band-aids
will never be able to heal.
