I’m a very delicate person. I feel deeply, love completely, give unconditionally. All of that is a recipe for disaster, though; I frequently live in a world of overwhelming heartache.
My heart breaks when the people around me suffer. It shatters when those I love abandon me and move on to someone better. My heart bleeds when bad things happen in the world around me. It aches when I feel alone.
I won’t lie to you, it’s entirely torturous to live in a state of constant heartache. My chest screams in pain at least once each day, and sometimes I’ll spend days crying over my most recent devastation.
Somehow, though, I’m still here; I’m still breathing. Because, no matter how many times my heart breaks, I still have my spirit.
Although my heart breaks when those around me suffer, it doesn’t break my spirit. My giving soul pulls itself out despite the pain, and I offer all that I can to help. I push through that pounding in my chest to offer a helping hand, a listening ear, or a warm embrace. I know that no matter what trials and tribulations the universe throws at those I love, I’ll have my kind and caring spirit to cast a spell of healing to bring some light into their darkness.
Even though my heart has shattered from abandonment countless times, I will never let them smash my spirit. My strong and resilient spirit survives even the most catastrophic of heartbreaking storms, the most devastating of losses. I remind myself each time I crumble with my broken heart that my spirit will carry me through even when I fear my legs falter. I will survive the heartache because my spirit is strong and built for survival.
Although my heart bleeds out from all the horrible events in our world nearly every day, my spirit will never lose the flow of blood that keeps it going. My moral compass will always guide my thumping heart; my desire for justice and equality will always shine through the pain inside my ribs. My spirit expels passion, dedication, and balance: always has, always will. The best way to heal my heart from these kinds of pain is by allowing my spirit to soar and bring about even the smallest waves of change in the world.
What I’ve learned through years of heartache and lonely pains inside my chest is that no matter what may try to break us, our determination and spirit always, always survive. Even in the moments of utter darkness that encapsulate our hearts and enslave our thoughts, our spirit holds the torch to light the way back. Remember, though moments may come that utterly break your heart, they can never break your spirit.