My heart broke.
While time flew by me, I stood still.
Confidence departed as anxiety and grief moved in.
No matter the day, I continue to stand still, afraid to move forward, afraid of change.
Loving used to be my nature, giving selflessly without any thought of receiving.
Will I know how to love if love ever takes root again?
The pieces of my fragmented, ripped-apart heart will never go back together the same,
but I hope to heal and love and be loved back.
Hearts heal.
So mine will, too
(I hope).
Yes, hearts certainly heal. There is a great message by Beth Moore I read about on another woman's blog yesterday regarding Wounds vs. Scars. I thought it was a great message and I think you might like it: http://moniquezackery.blogspot.com/2011/12/wounds-vs-scars.html.
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