Unsung Hero's

My Heart is the most tenacious creature I've ever encountered. It's not an organ you know, it doesn't just beat. It smiles, and it breathes, and it laughs and cries itself to sleep - it loves and hates, it throws itself against its cage - it fights against all odds, every time you think it's dead. It gets thrown against a wall, and trampled all over...and still gets back up, dusts itself down, and flings itself over the next great cliff. No matter how many times it gets cut up, it somehow manages to mend back together and bounce on to the next adventure - it lives!

And I live in awe of this Heart of mine. Yet again, it's taught me that nothing is too great to overcome: if you just have the will. 

For the first time in a long while, I've realised that I'm ok. I'm not a shell, or a hive of unanswerable questions. I'm not a bundle of brittle nerves and raw-wounds. I can think of all the things that once hurt me, and smile. Because a broken heart has nothing more to fear. And once it's learnt how to fix itself...it's just about invincible. 

Appreciate your little tenacious creatures dear readers of the world, they're your unsung hero's.