(One of those days, ya know?  Day 307…)

At times, so self-destructive with no intent or motive.  But behind this emotion, a sensible heart…

It’s so much easier to destroy self
When I know every point of weakness
So careful with removing each piece
That I don’t realize the destruction
Until rubble surrounds me
And all that is left is a heart so sensitive to the touch
It forgot how sturdy it truly is.

Life is hard on the heart
It’s harder when I’m squeezing the veins
Then wondering why I have high blood pressure
My heart’s still beating
Therefore all that life has placed on my chest hasn’t been strong enough to stop it.
So why do I not trust that I’ll be okay?
I will be okay.