I was born shattered, missing pieces that would make me whole. I kept getting cuts from the cracks in my soul, and my heart bore scars with the patterns of its missing edges. Every time I tried to move forward, I unintentionally hurt myself. Until the day I helped mend a broken heart. I tore out a piece of my shattered heart and used it to seal their broken parts. In filling the void in someone else’s heart, I felt somehow complete. I made a vow that I would always place a shard of myself in fixing someone’s broken pieces.

But today, I realize that I am no longer whole. I am scattered in a thousand hearts. Maybe I have lost myself, but I know that one day I will be remembered by those who hold fragments of my heart. With every skipped heartbeat and every fluttered pulse, I will have a reason to believe that I was once alive. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer