My heart

As far back as I can remember my heart has been broken. In millions of pieces. Broken at the hands of men and women who deliberately or inadvertantly crushed it with their bare hands. Sure some meant it and some did not but the truth is it still got broken. I remember times when it appeared as a broken mirror. The images of abuse, rape, low-esteem and pain formed a sunflower in my soul. Bright and huge, resilant and eye catching. In the middle lived a holographic image of a girl, teenager, young women who once existed. Hopes, dreams, fantasies, faith, imagination, drive, beauty, and goals all shattered until......A breath of Life entered into my nostrils. Like a balloon inflates my lifeless carcass began to come alive. This life that I began to breath took over and began to repair my broken heart, soul and spirit. With the gentleness of a angels touch I felt my self being repaired. With every positive word I spoke to myself something was restored. With every touch of my own skin something was being healed. With every glance in the mirror and smile I could form, something was being fixed. With every laugh that rang out loudly something was being rebuilt. I encouraged myself. I spoke life into myself. I learned to love myself. I spoke positive esteem into myself. I began to heal myself by BREATHING! God is the air that we breathe. God is in you the HOPE of GLORY and with every breath you take, you are being restored. Allow the oxygen of God to overtake you mind and create in you a clean and NEW heart.  Blessings to you.