Another shift, another receipt.It’s been a tough month and my heart has hurt over loss of two people that influenced my life. Although it is not broken, but only wounded.
They call it heartbroken but I don’t get it. My heart is not broken, but wounded to its core. It will take a while but this wound will gradually heal and become a scar. My heart is not broken because it will love again and more fiercely than ever because it has learnt that we don’t have an infinite amount of time. So it will love hard and unapologetically but nothing will ever cover its scars but the opening in those wounds will let out more love which will flow freely.