Bandaged to heal

My heart’s been broken a number of times
My heart’s been bruised
My heart’s been in the fire
My heart’s been rejected
My heart’s not at all protected
My heart’s mended remarkably well for such a tempestuous affair called life

When I sit back and reflect
How else could I have ridden this storm?
How else could I have known what I know?
I had to let it be
I had to risk rejection
I had to experience the hurt,
I had to experience the pain
Without knowing the hurt and the pain how else could I know love?
With a closed heart I wouldn’t get hurt, neither would I know love
I cannot close it off due to this heartache
It too will pass
It’s big a risk, I risk ridicule
It’s a risk I’m willing to always take
Otherwise how am I to really know life in its abundance?