tempered heart, forged through strain
beaten, melted, all the same.
Sharp and pointed, to me it feels
an iron clad, bound in steel.
shinning and strong, it points true
guiding me, protecting me, getting me through.
Hard, yet flexible. I forge on
working and watching a new day dawn.
I love this one. I like the comparison to a guiding point, a needle, or a director of sorts. We should be able to rely on our hearts...okay, I'm babbling. I like this one.
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