Heart Meat

It’s amazing what the human heart can withstand. I’m not talking about the muscley one that keeps our bodies moving, I’m talking the one where we keep all of our love and compassion and empathy and forgiveness. (There really should be a spelling difference so we can be clear.)
All of our hearts have been fractured, stabbed and completely shattered but still they somehow find a way to repair themselves so we can continue to rely on them even though we sometimes we would rather curse them for betraying our minds.
I’ve wished that for each wound my heart would mend with Kevlar so that eventually over time it would become impenetrable. Then I think about how I would be by the time I’m an old lady. Aside from the fact that I’ll be a cranky old hag anyway, I would also be a robot who left magic behind. So I’ve made a decision.
I choose the pain. I’ll take those stabs that twist, and the times that shatter you completely to believe in the magic. I chose to believe that love is always worth it and that following my heart will always lead me in the right direction.
A word of advice however, don’t hide who you are from those you love and from those who you want to love you back. If you chose to stay hidden you can never truly be seen.