Sonnet: The Healing Heart

We make graves in our heart for our sorrows When life's journey is hard for us to cope And are struck by many of life's arrows But life is life and always full of hope. We plough many of life's furrows each day And plant seeds in the hope that they will grow Hoping they'll bring a beautiful display Tho' the future's something we never know. After a heart has been filled with deep pain Time will give it space to heal and grow strong Where a new love will enter once again That will give an aching heart a new song. Sorrow leave's a cold winter in the heart Yet Cupid's arrow can strike like a dart.