Where do broken hearts go? It’s a question often asked but I wonder if there’s an answer known.

Did the journey of my heart end high up on that hill or had it met the end of forever months prior when an eager yes was replaced by a stern not now.

Never again will I feast on a fruit forbidden, for it’s taste isn’t worth the agony. Never again I say, and I’ll hold myself accountable because the end result is too tortuous to bear.

I’ve spent eighteen nights asking for peace to come in my dreams only to awaken and replay the memories of what was. I’ve spent just as many days trying to escape those thoughts and focus on the present only to be reminded that my tomorrow’s have been forever altered.

That’s the focus of my thoughts tonight, alterations!

I have two choices: wallow in grief until it consumes me or alter my perception – I choose the latter. I can’t wait for peace to come in the midnight hour, I have to live peacefully throughout the day!

My pen is therapy and keeps me from the cliff of depression. My words are prescription strength, no provider required. I admit my cure is far less complex than most – and for that I consider myself blessed. I don’t minimize the needs of others, no matter how high maintenance they may be – in actuality I’m on the sidelines cheering them through their struggles because there’s joy for all of us!

We’re stronger than our greatest failure, how can I say that with certainty you ask – because it didn’t kill us! Write through / Talk through / Fight your way through – you owe it to yourself!

I can sleep tonight – can’t stop! I’ll seek joy tomorrow – won’t stop! My alterations are ready – got to keep going! Joy cometh in the morning, and I shall be cloaked in it!