My heart, a fragile vessel, rough and worn from the trials it has weathered. It bears the scars of love lost and dreams shattered, a little scared, a little unsettled. It stumbles through the journey of life, uncertain and unsteady, not knowing which path to take.

Each bump in the road threatens to unravel it further, leaving it falling apart, losing itself in the chaos of emotions. It is blind, a stumbling fool, taking hesitant steps forward only to retreat in fear of the tears it may be forced to shed. My heart, aching and tender, seeks solace and protection.

I tried to shield it from the pain, covering it in Vaseline, ointments, and fragrant oils, hoping to mend its wounds and ease its troubled spirit. But with each step it took, the layers rubbed away, leaving it exposed once more, forcing me to start the healing process anew.

My heart, in its longing for love, falls and falters, breaking with each glance, each touch, each memory. It makes the same mistakes, never learning to guard itself against the pain that threatens to consume it.

I covered my heart with medicinal herbal ointment, offering it comfort and protection, but I wasn’t always there to shield it from the storms. It was afraid to walk, afraid to break, afraid to love and be loved.

Yet, despite its fragility, my heart endures. It seeks to heal, to find the courage to love again, to embrace the beauty and the pain that comes with being alive. And though it may stumble and fall, it carries within it the resilience to rise once more, to mend its wounds, and to open itself to the possibility of love and joy once more.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer