Hearts,
Hearts are delicate but never fragile,
They bruise but neither broken nor unravel
Like pieces of a favoured porcelain mug
With a bit of patience and a lot of glue,
I put back each piece as best as I could,
The sharp jagged edges cut as would tiny a razor blade,
A price I gladly pay for my mug remade.
If only it had turned out the way I hoped
Alas its a crazy quilt jigsaw,
Stitched up with nothing but glue,
Each day I learn to like it a little bit more,
Even appreciate its flaws as my own.
Its ok if nobody else likes it,
I am good all by myself.
The once favourite mug broken and glued together again,
Its no longer what it was,
It leaks ever so slightly still
Now a vase for a flower by the window sill…….
~B
Third part of a six part duet; I write something and Mable rights it……
She Wrote: Bruised, Not Broken
Becoming The Muse 
“Delicate but never fragile” – a powerful line from a beautiful piece.
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Very Nice, I love what you and Mable are doing! ❤️
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Thank you
It’s quite fun and we have had people messaging to say why don’t we just start a new blog altogether 😂
Thank you
~B
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Hey, I love that idea!!! Ya’ll should really think about it.
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Re-purposing can be so creative.
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And so much fun… New use of the old and put a spin on it…
~B
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Wow, this is amazing yet again. Indeed you and Mable are on fire.
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Thank You Prince
happy to have you join us on this journey
~B
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It’s a pleasure. Thanks for the warm welcome
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