The Heart Is The Transformer Of Sorrow

There is infinite sorrow in this life
I have found.
Churning out. Nonstop. No prejudice.
We all get it.
New forms, new ways.
Innovative. Inventive.
Incessant.
Luckily the heart is constantly at work to fix it.
Turn it into purpose.
Turn it into scars that fade.
Put distance between that memory and today.
No wonder the heart hurts so much.