Crystal

I have scratches on my hand

From playful friends with sharpie pens

I have dark lines on my thigh

From hot soup, 2009

I have two lines under my eyes

From where they took my breath away

And one line across my nose

From a sudden, falling nap

But my heart is like a crystal

Cut from clear, translucent earth

Not a flaw or or crack or scar

Because I heal them.

You can chip a corner off

Or split it straight in half

Stronger than ever,

My crystal heart will grow right back.