TELL ME ABOUT YOUR HEART

"Tell me about your heart."

She says, staring blankly into a mirror.

What makes it beat? What makes it warm? What makes it sting?

Making eye contact with the one person who's opinion matters the most.

Her heart is unconditional love. She is strong, she is loud and she is unwavering.

Her heart is soft, and quiet, and all around mushy.

It can be cold and she can be on fire. She can give too much and never holds back.

She is worn on a sleeve of a girl who is constantly trying to hide her.

It is torn in all directions, always trying to find different perspectives.

She has been through a lot. Years of doubting herself and self sabotage.

Months of internal battles and tears staining her skin.

Night after night staring into a mirror similar to this one, contemplating the same question.

It's the little things, you know?

The look of disappointment in her eyes. A sudden droop in mood. A slight urge.

The feeling of a warm shower on her back. Seeing someone she loves. Her family.

Her heart wants everything and nothing all at once.

It wants bliss. It wants happiness. It wants peace.

She is free, free to roam the highest of arches and depths of valleys.

This also opens her up to being lost and confused and darkened.

In the end. Her heart will be full and warm and bright.

Staring more intently into the mirror. "Tell me about your heart."