Tuesday, June 28, 2011

My heart

There is this hole. Where my heart once was. My heart that would beat for him. And modern medicine has no type of stitches to close up a broke heart. So, open it sits, vulnerable to all the world around it. But, the amazing things about wounds. They heal. Even the deepest ones. My heart used to be his. But, I have it back now. I'm still protecting it like the precious property that it is. It still beats, but not for him. It beats for me and my babies. And everyday it beats stronger and I can feel my wounded soul beginning to heal.

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