I woke up today thinking that the world was a bright place that would teach me what I needed to know if I would just stop and listen. As the morning furthered on I felt the love of two people surrounding me. They gave it seemingly unconditionally. I sat back and wondered can I give love that openly, that unconditionally. Can I ever feel like I am safe enough with myself to feel safe enough with there love in my hands.
Then I realized that there love was in my hands because they put it there because they trusted me with it. The trusted and believed that I would nurish and help both different loves grow. because each that was given to me was very very different.
I ended up being torn from both of them today and as I got further away from them I realized that my heart was breaking because I was walking away from the treasure that they both gave me.
I feared the treasure and in that fear I would not allow myself to grasp it. I want to hold it strong and confidently, but I ask myself can I do that. I want them to be happy, but what if I am incapable of making anyone happy.
The treasure of my heart always seems to bring heart break.
I will have to stop thinking for a moment and just feel, and when feeling I will have to put my foot out where it seems there is no ground and believe that if the ground is not there, he will be tbhere having grown wings to catch me so I will not fall.
Because truely the broken hearted treasure is the heart that is mended by the pure love you allow yourself to be given.