A Broken Heart
The human heart: it’s composed of four chambers that brilliantly pump blood through the body. Blood travels through the lungs where it is infused with the oxygen needed to feed our organs; this keeps us alive. When the body is injured or riddled with disease, the heart compensates the blood flow to the affected areas with complete accuracy. It truly is a beautifully complex and vital system.
Even with all of its stunning abilities, the heart does have one major flaw: it can and will be broken at some point in one’s life. There are certainly different degrees of pain, but it is impossible to prepare yourself for all that comes with heartbreak. Sometimes, the damage never completely heals, leaving behind scars that cannot be seen – only felt.
Some of life’s atrocities are so heinous that words have yet to be created to adequately describe them. These travesties are what bad dreams are conceived of. These nightmares are different for each beholder, with different monsters lurking in the darkness of the mind. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a physical or emotional loss; no group of letters from any language can ensemble a word that can possibly define what it feels like to be broken. I’m not sure such a word will ever exist, nor should it.
Yes, the human heart is a beautifully brilliant organ, even with its possibly fatal flaw. Its four chambers do their absolute best to aid organs injured by the outside world, and yet, it can’t always heal damage from within. My soul has been reduced to dust more than once. The feeling of unsalvageable heartbreak is the closest to hell I pray I’ll ever get. I have lived the nightmares I speak of more than once, and cannot say with surety that I will ever be the woman I used to be. However, that is life, and I have learned to accept it. What helps me get through each day are the blessings in my life, whether they’re present today or only but a memory. The good things in life are what keep me going, are what helped me climb out of the grave I once dwelled, and are what give me hope for a better tomorrow.
The true value of the heart can’t be read about in medical books because not all of its aspects have been put into words yet. Where the heart’s true merit lies is in its ability to heal after a fatal blow. No matter how impossible it may seem, the heart can love again. Even after the darkest of times, it can still feel the beauty of a sunrise and the light of laughter.
I hope everyone had a great weekend. We’ll talk again on Monday, I’ll bring the coffee. –R.