...And what does one do with a healing heart yet a heart that is also feeling torn and tattered as this rose above. The rose, at least in my eyes, still retains great beauty, yet it is bruised and torn in places. A heart can be so fragile and for this so many put up walls around the heart...as a fortress. Yet, love is so amazingly beautiful, it is one of our greatest gifts bestowed upon us. Why do so many pass it by or have a set way of thinking of how love ought to be or how it ought to become into fruition...
I have healed in so many ways yet now new wounds have been inflicted upon this heart and I must learn a new way to heal, salve, and give my heart the love it needs when I am wanting the comfort of another human being. I am wandering this planet in a world of my own and in a shock of returning to Western ways.
I took a chance and opened my heart to love once again...only to have to leave it behind. My heart is beating inside of my body, feeling intense sorrow, yet it is also somewhere else. It is in another country and in the chest cavity of another man who now has moved on with his heart for the pain of my leaving shut his heart down...
Now is the time for me to truly love me, care for me, and of course, I shall give my love to others...and once again hope for that day to reenter my life...my heart...my entire being...
I am a woman in love with love for a man and for all of humanity...All my love to each and everyone of you all....
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