Wreckage

I am still broken. When the overwhelming flood of happiness dims to a quiet glow, the cracks in my broken heart begin to show. I am a damaged vessel. I try so hard to hold on to that rush of joy because the moment I let go I know it will drain from me like water through my fingers. The damage is far too deep. When I feel full, I think to myself "I've done it!" Finally these shards will be mended and beat like a living heart again. But I am still broken.