Broken Hearts Heal Best in the Silence
By Hedda Tady
There are times in our lives when we wished and hoped to share in someone’s life, wished to know who they are when the crowd walks away and there is just four pairs of eyes that watch each other in the darkness.
But sometimes, the wishes remain just that - wishes.
We retrace our steps, back to where we were when we started dreaming...hoping.... we walk as slowly as we can, lest our broken heart falls piece by piece on the ground and we step on our shattered self.
Nothing to blame, no one to hate, just you and your broken pieces. And that is how it should be.
No questions to ask, you have already asked them all. And even if you never got the answers you sought after, that is not what matters.
For now, there is just you.
And you are alone.
And there, on the ground are shards of a self and your task is to put them back together, though you know, they will never feel whole again.
But such is the reality of life, of love, of taking risks because we all make choices. And sometimes, people don’t - or can’t understand - that there are some of us who have been broken before, and that is why we live in the shadows, fearful that somebody makes the mistake of leading us briefly into the light and walking away when they let go of our hands.
As was said before, nothing to blame, no one to hate... just a self to put back into pieces. And maybe this time, you will learn not to come out of the shadows anymore. Maybe this time you will remember that you are a soul not meant for the games of man, for yours is a heart that gives your all and when you break, the shattered pieces never heal. And though you are stronger after, the more wary you become of the creatures of this world, for they just take and take, and don’t seem to know how to give of themselves. When all you wanted is a sharing in their lives, a view into their world, never was it to take, your wish or intention.
But man is man.
And you are you.
And the rules they play is beyond you. You can never get it, let alone play it. Yours will always be a giving of your everything, while theirs is a testing of until where is your breaking.
Source: Melancholic Reverie
