by rusted steel and ice
a heart still bleeds
An offering for both Haiku My Heart Friday and AEDM.
Too often, in trying to protect our fragile hearts, we lose what's most precious. Our vulnerability is a gift that allows us to know ourselves. Another's vulnerability is a treasure that allows us to know them. It is an honor to be invited into another's secret heart, whatever the circumstances... and deeply sad if that treasure has been buried.
Peace to all hearts.
PS - Yes, the image is from the "With wings..." piece from the last post, further enhanced... I'm getting a lot of mileage from that original, haphazardly arranged photo... ;)