Sometimes my heart is light and carefree,
other times my heart is so heavy it feels like it will break into a million pieces.
I remember one time the little girl ran into the room
saying, “my heart hurts, my heart hurts.”
I did not know what had triggered her anguish,
but I held her close, patted her back, and said, “everything will be okay.”
Who was I to say?
Of course I did not know,
but she seemed to appreciate the sentiment.
Everything will be okay–
don’t be afraid of pain,
then, truly, everything is okay.
Breathe through the pain,
a friend advised,
yes, my heart grows light,
even as it breaks
with ardent love.