Altered Heart
It’s time to take my heart off my sleeve –
unpin the rough edges,
smooth it out, look for tears.
It’s time to mend some holes and,
after a few alterations, gently stitch it
back where it belongs for the
whole world to see.
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Altered Heart
It’s time to take my heart off my sleeve –
unpin the rough edges,
smooth it out, look for tears.
It’s time to mend some holes and,
after a few alterations, gently stitch it
back where it belongs for the
whole world to see.
Good advice for everyone –
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oh candy i see happiness and hope in this! hooray!
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Lovely, Candy!
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Hearts heal themselves if you let them. Sometimes it takes a lifetime, but…
Dig your work.
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Thanks a bunch!
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Love this advice.
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I love this, Candy. I also wear my heart on my sleeve, so this resonated deeply.
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I can’t trust people who don’t wear their hearts on their sleeves, Candy, and I love the idea of unpinning the rough edges, mending my heart, with a few alterations, and stitching it right back where it belongs.
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Thanks, Kim.
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You’re welcome, Candy.
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We need to change even when it is the hardest thing to do.
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This is so beautifully written. There’s something deeply brave about tending to your own heart—acknowledging the wear, making the repairs, and still choosing to share it with the world. Vulnerability like this isn’t weakness, it’s quiet strength.
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Candace, your poem is so tender and introspective. I feel the quiet strength in each line as you describe the delicate process of healing.
Much love,
David
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Thank you so much!
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🤗
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