A Hopeful Heart

A heart on the mend.

There are days when I doubt myself,

Ponder my very own existence.

Sometimes I stop and stare at this person in the mirror.

She looks back at me with empty eyes.

She whispers, " Where did you go? "

She's right.

I left pieces of me behind for the others.

Not so much as left, but let them take.

I touch the mirror to see if she's real.

When her hand reaches mine, a shiver runs through me.

A feeling of loneliness washes over me and I start to cry.

This is me.

This lonely girl.

This sad, empty girl.

"What have you done to yourself?" I yell.

The tears are pouring now and it's getting harder to breathe.

She squeezes my hand and I grow colder, more alone.

She's whispering to me again.

"Can you feel that? You're cold and bitter. You hurt and you trust no one. Yet you give them all of you."

"What's left then?"

My heart pounds and begins to ache.

Nothing is left, nothing at all.

She has shown me the truth.

Finally I knew what has been destroying me from the inside out.

My heart, it's at fault.

I try to explain to her, tell her it's not me that is doing these things.

I tell it to stop caring, stop loving so much, stop trusting people.

It doesn't listen.

As they say, the heart wants what the heart wants.

No matter if it breaks it into a million pieces, it always finds a way to love again.

She releases my hand and smiles, this time with tears on her cheeks.

"Now you know," she whispers.

I fall gently to the floor as the mirror strays from my sight.

Maybe I'm going crazy.

Maybe I was never sane.

There were questions I still wanted to ask her.

What did "now you know" mean?

I don't understand.

I feel even more confused now.

I jump up to see if she is still there.

I look but all I see is me.

Me.

I take a long look, and I can't bring myself to turn away.

My eyes are swollen from crying, my cheeks stained from the tears.

I take another look at my eyes, there is something different about them.

They seem so strange and hollow.

So empty.

Now I know.

I know what she meant.

What I meant.

The heart will always find a way to love again.

It will hang on with every beat, with every shred of hope that it will someday be whole again.

Reviews

[Valentine]

A very stron and emotional write..Mazny of us have had to take a satop in life to really look at ourselves..not always liking what we see..all a person can do is try to do their best..Katihe

[Shawna]

Very true. Thank you Kathie! :)

[Wonderful Letdown]

Wow!! What strong emotions!! I love how you tell a story with this and the emotions it evokes. Very well done!!

[Shawna]

Thanks love! :)

[PurpleQuartz]

You are a great inspiring writer to be able to weave words with so much emotion.

[Shawna]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate your feedback!

[Shawna]

I've come to realize sometimes our emotions write our works. We don't know what is going to become of our work until it is done.

[PurpleQuartz]

That is very true. Sometimes the best works are the ones that we don't really plan out : )

[Tex]

very powerful, I found this as coming across as true, authentic, sincere and touching. a very introspective and deep piece. A very nice write.

[Shawna]

Thank you very much for your feedback, I'm glad you enjoyed it. It is a very deep piece, very close to my heart.

[Tex]

That was clear in the write. Well done.