A Poem by Victoria Lynn Hall
Once you allow your heart to crystallize you've lost the game The tender heart survives because it yields to the pain You can't help but let the whole world in smell its blossoms feel its thorns in your side Allow its misery to get under your skin knowing you can't recover from that from which you hide There is no wound that is not yours from fading scars to broken bones To help the victims of rampant greed and wars you learn their struggles and make them your own The tender heart endures the weight of every feeling Suffering to find the cure to offer others healing

A self taught artist and creative entrepreneur, Victoria Lynn Hall lives in the Kansas City area with 4 spoiled cats. She believes in art and the magic of kindness.
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