Entry 6 – Heart of Thorns
425 Words
Red. Alive. Pulsing. Feeling.
A continuous rhythmic beat,
led by the captain of our lifeline.
Tireless and tender.
A fragile force,
constantly carrying and regulating
the essence of being,
doing the most work
to keep a soul conscious,
and still beating calmly through it all.
Always the main character,
and never losing the strength
to keep the story going.
A soft organ that holds life itself,
cradled in soft defiance,
but, we've built walls around it,
brick by brick,
each one layered with ache,
maims,
and self-defense.
Until even love needs permission to enter.
We’ve bandaged our wound
with a rope of thorns,
twisted tight in the name of safety
and hoping for healing.
We pull it closer,
locking it in and convincing
ourselves its protection,
but each turn only draws more blood,
but still,
we hold on strong
to what we should let go.
We once wore our hearts open,
bare and trusting
but time has taught us
the language of restraint.
What once beat freely
now beats behind fences and thorns,
guarded yet yearning,
loving yet wary
Protecting itself from the same light
it once longed for.
But forgetting that sometimes even the safest walls suffocate what they're meant to save.
Still, through the ache,
it finds a way to feel,
to love, to hope,
to remain alive.
It's never devoid as long as there's breath.
Because even when sheathed in thorns,
It never stops beating.
Never stops believing.
Never stops being the fragile, stubborn proof that
we are still human.
— Hey stranger,
Your heart is too precious to be buried under the rubble of old pain.
And I hope one day, you can smile and say that the cracks no longer bleed, they let light in.
* * * * * * *
The clouds that gather above me are not here to drown me in a storm - they’re here to water me.
Even in the dark, life blooms.
Not because the night ceased,
but because light always finds a way through
darkness.
May this day pour softly into your roots,
enough to keep you growing,
enough to remind you that you’re still becoming,
enough to renew you, gently, again.
Growth isn’t always sunshine,
Rain makes us bloom as well.
So today, be open to the rain of growth and positivity –
intentionally, fully, trusting that every drop is blooming something magical in you.
Yesterday's disappointment is not a reason to
ruin today's blessing.
Each day has its own promise of growth, joy,
love and forgiveness.
Have a nice day!
- Writer
