a need for new hope,
open eyes to see the sun again:
love being born again in my heart
is a painful experience.

the heart is too small, pathetic,
for such an experience as this.
too small to hold the hate, it bursts,
and putting it together again
it winds up even smaller
when all the pieces won't return.

i am stretching for a new love,
reaching for something new to praise.
in expansion is a fresh new hurt
and one i must learn to be grateful for.

there is something greater inside me
than i am capable of holding on my own.