Piercing Heart

A heart once whole, now pierced with pain, A love that's lost, a sorrow that remains. The shards of heartache, like splinters so fine, A constant reminder, of love's decline. The piercing arrow, that struck so true, Left a gaping wound, that bleeds anew. The heart that beats, with a rhythm so slow, Aches with each pulse, as the pain starts to grow. But even in hurt, there's a beauty to see, A heart that's pierced, can still love wild and free. For in the vulnerability, we find our strength, A heart that's broken, can still beat with length. So let the piercing, be a symbol of might, A heart that's resilient, in the dark of night. For thought it's wounded, it still beats with grace, A piercing heart, that finds it's own pace.