My heart once broke in a way that filled whole rooms.
It was not quiet.
It cracked like winter ice,
sharp and sudden,
echoing through every corner of my days.

I carried the pieces for longer than I wanted,
cutting myself on memories,
bleeding for a future that no longer existed.
It felt like I would never breathe without the weight again.

Then you appeared.
Not as a replacement,
not as a distraction,
but as something warm enough
to melt the shards I had been holding too tightly.

You did not silence the pain.
You stood beside it.
You let me be both broken and becoming.
And somehow, in your presence,
the ache began to fade around the edges.

A new feeling rose in its place,
so strong it startled me,
so gentle it steadied me,
so overwhelming it taught me
how loud hope can be
when it finally dares to speak again.

My heart is not healed because the past vanished.
It is healing because it finally has room
to beat toward something real.

And this time,
it beats toward you.

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– this poem was based on the reflections on a healing heart –

My heartache was loud. My hope is louder