How Can You Mend a Broken Heart...

Ah, people, we're all tired, right?

I can see it...

I can hear it.

It's not in what you say or do...

It's in what you don't say...

Or don't do.

Friends, we're all dealing.

All our lives are on one level or another.

Your life is either at "low"...

Or your life is at "level"...

Or your life is at "high"...

Which, in my opinion, is far more dangerous than "low" or "level" any day.

"High" is at the level in which we lose...

"Level" is a mediocre center of the universe in which we all descend into "low".

At least when we're at low, there's no where else to go but up, right?

I've become well-accustomed to "low".

In fact, sometimes, I think I like it here.

Far better than at "up" or "level"...

Nah.

"Up" and "level" are places from which to fall.

I don't particularly like falling.

I'd rather sanctimoniously plan my downward spiral.

At least that way I don't lose my footing, right?

If no one sees me fall, there's no one there to laugh, right?

I like it that way.

A few, I let in.

A very, very few.

Heartbreak is tough.

The lessons that come with it are even moreso.

Sometimes, we're able to spread our wings and try again...

It is in those times that we are able to define just who we are.

It's not how many times you fall, friends...

It's how many times you pick yourself up...

Dust yourself off..

And, start all over again.

I've tried...

I've succeeded...

And, in my success, realized I've failed.

I've failed...

Tucked my tail under...

Accepting life "is what it is"...

And, somewhere...

Somehow...

The lesson was realized in the darkness...

Through a broken heart, a battle was won.

How many times do we try?

Over and over and over again...

I guess.

Until we, at long last, feel we're "on top".

Tell me, just how do you mend a broken heart?

I don't have the answer.

I just know that my spirit keeps believing...

Keeps longing...

Keeps trying...

To save me from my own...

Broken heart.