“Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.” Wallace Stegner
Resume by Dorothy Parker
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren’t lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Have you ever had a broken heart? How did you mend it? If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell? Food? Clothing? Books? Salves to mend what ails us? This Plinky prompt on what we would sell in a store got me thinking about how terrific it would be to own a magical place where broken hearts and wounded hearts were mended. It would be a place sprinkled with angel dust and filled with healing salves from heaven. As I searched around for relevant poems and information to share, I came across the wonderful and real organization – Mended Hearts. They visit patients recovering from heart surgery and bring them big red heart pillows. They follow up post surgery with support and love. Read here About Mended Hearts.
“It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.” George Bernard Shaw
The Broken Heart by William Barnes
News o’ grief had overteaken
Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken;
There she zot, wi’ breast a-heaven,
While vrom zide to zide, wi’ grieven,
Vell her head, wi’ tears a-creepen
Down her cheaks, in bitter weepen.
There wer still the ribbon-bow
She tied avore her hour ov woe,
An’ there wer still the hans that tied it
Or wringen tight,
In ceare that drowned all ceare bezide it.
When a man, wi’ heartless slighten,
Mid become a maiden’s blighten,
He mid cearelessly vorseake her,
But must answer to her Meaker;
He mid slight, wi’ selfish blindness,
All her deeds o’ loven-kindness,
God wull waigh ‘em wi’ the slighten
That mid be her love’s requiten;
He do look on each deceiver,
He do know
What weight o’ woe
Do break the heart ov ev’ry griever.
Then, I came across a blog offering tips and a survey to help heal a broken heart. Start Here: 15 Healing Steps. When life throws us a nasty curve ball, it would be helpful to resume living, as Dorothy suggests in the first poem above, but also to have a magical place with healing resources to visit. Of course, this is pure fantasy but indulge me for a moment… Instead of more shops filled with trinkets, toys and the usual tchotchke, why not have a healing store that soothes and mends our broken hearts, replacing our pain with comfort and joy? Barnes poem above shares the agony of a broken heart… Read it phonetically. More below.