an ocean for me

Someone once asked me; "have you ever had your heart broken?". 

Instantly, I replied yes. Then after a few moments of silence, 

a thought came to me. 

Although I have been hurt and wounded from an almost love, 

I solemnly choose to not be among the walking wounded. 

I do not want to fall into the sad category of the 'once broken' or the 'still healing'. 

I am whole, I am happy, and my heart is in one piece. 

I will not be subjected by my past hurts, and neither will I be victim to them. 

I do not need those pitiful "I am sorry's" from friends and strangers. 

I have been hurt, but I am not broken. 

If man did not make me, how dare he think he can break me? 

I am a girl defined by Love that does not break hearts. 

I am not a man-made beach,

 my waves were not carried in buckets and poured into an ocean. 

This skin and these bones were not human-carved, 

but God-formed and the only thing I will be broken by, 

is a desire to know this Maker more than I do now, 

and the overwhelming revelation that His Love is an ocean for me.