But suddenly one day I found that heart back in my being wondering why it was there. Couldn't understand why my precious gift had been returned. No returned postage, no forwarding address, nothing.
But when I looked at it more closely I noticed that there many cracks there. So many cracks that I knew why my precious gift, MY HEART was returned, it had been broken. No note telling me why it had not been taken care of like a precious gift should have been. NOTHING was there.
I took my gift and said "Heart you don't have to worry any more, you will be always be protected from this day forward. You will be put inside the wall, a wall that nobody will have the proper tools to break down."
Sadly I returned my Heart to the place it should have always been, on the shelf behind the wall. There it will mend to the state it was before and never again given out. My precious gift will always stay with me and will never be a gift again.
