The girl with all the scars

Hearts once broken, never beat again without the scars.

Scars form harder tissue over what was once whole but is no longer.

This means that this hardness restricts the heart from being what it once was-

open and soft-

And now to be what it once was the heart has to strain harder against its own armor.

I have many many scars. Every one of them was earned by surviving a foe that should have killed me. I was born fighting the odds.

One comment

  1. I so relate to this. My heart had to be protected to save it. I have trouble finding it and feeling. Life has been a fight, a constant battle, one I am so tired of and just want some rest and peace.

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