I have read of people with hearts made of ice.
They shatter, freeze again, and go on.
My heart is made of fire;
It burns with every moment,
Every second an inferno.
But some things are too much
For a heart such as mine.
Every moment, every tragedy,
Every second of sorrow,
Freezes out the flames, and
Shatters them, and
My heart is made of glass,
And I’m left to pick up the pieces.
My heart is cold;
It is frozen over,
Like the walls of
Brick of sorrow, mortar of tears,
And my heart is made of ice.
Blessed be to all. We will survive. We sleep tonight to wake tomorrow to fight another day.
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Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
