Heart Beat

Fragile, fluttering gently, full of emotion, and oh so frail. With every beat my heart drums the call, "love-me, love-me, love-me". Yet, no one answers to the cry. It beats loudly into the emptiness of space, and still no one comes to hold me. My heart fights daily. Fights feelings of inadequacy, of fear, of loneliness, of guilt, of pain. My heart is a fighter, yet it often feels so weak. So vulnerable. It can be crushed with a snap, hurt with a word, broken with a silence. Do I want my heart to be harder? Do I wish for it to beat "leave-me, leave-me, leave-me"? It would avoid so much hurt, derail so much pain. But then, I'd be just a shell of the Callie God made me to be. Someday, I hope there will be someone who sees my heart, sees the love I'm capable of bestowing, and thinks, "that is precious, that is desirable". How can one see a heart? How can one hear that small call? It is displayed through actions, through devotion, through selflessness, through caring, through forgiveness, through cherishing, through passion, through loyalty. It can be felt through a look, a touch, a kind word. When someone answers the call of my heart and thinks that I am worth loving, the cry will change, it will beat, "love-you, love-you, love-you"...