Pure heart ache


Heart beating through my chest, tiny beads of perspiration collecting on my forehead and my palms beginning to sweat, yet still I pressed on. If I could take my heart apart, somewhere in there I could find the answer, but I was stubborn and never looked back. If I was to take a stand and speak, I would be dumbfounded. My own heart be the jury and I’d be guilty as charged. Guilty of murder! Yes, I had just committed murder and there was no turning back.I had cut through my lover’s chest and pulled out her heart in my fist, squeezed it, and threw it to the ground and trampled over it. Now while she sits there sobbing with tears running down her cheeks, I stood motionless. Thoughts raced across my mind but could not catch a single one of them.I stayed calm, and said a short prayer: “Lord help me hold my head up”. Right there and then peace came down on me, flowing like a stream and my head cleared up.
I search for joy and peace but in the search of it I hurt others. Do I intend? Of course NO. Life is not meant to be complicated or insanely intolerable. A little ray of light goes a long way to illuminate a dark room. Laughter is the best medicine. I guard my joy and peace very closely because I worked hard for them. At one point of time, I was so heavily laden with sorrow that I knew nothing else but sorrow.
A heart crushed, picked up and sewn back into the chest and allowed time to heal recovers again. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Although far away to help with the healing, my heart goes out to you. And only because of love, will a broken heart be free to fly and glide in the warmth of a rare gift. Here’s to the celebration of love…

Can a broken heart be mended again?

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