I used to believe I was broken.
That my cross to bear
was being born
with a heart
much too big
for this body.
It has often led me
to consider it
more curse than blessing.
But then, a thought came to me.
Perhaps I had loved someone
in another life,
and I had promised
to find them in this one.
Maybe all of the warmth
and joy
and hope
and love I had
was carried over
so that when I find them,
we could begin again.

That made me a smile a bit.


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