If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

The heart is such an odd little creature. It feels every pain and hurt. It feels every joy and delight. It will dance when there is a love it has never felt before. It will laugh so loud when the warmth of love takes hold. It will scream when there is haunting pain. It hears every cutting word, it hears every cry, It will crack and fall to millions of shattered bits. 

The heart will send a signal of hope to begin again. Each little piece pulled back together; taped, sewn and glued  with a hope and the thought of “what if he…” the heart searches for joy and love. 

The heart wants to be placed in loving hands that can make the final stitch to close the wound. Even knowing all the screams and cries. The bleeding out felt with each beat growing colder and colder. But deep inside it remembered the warmth and love that can be. 

The heart never gives up