An Ode To Heartbreak

When you stare down the throat of nihilism, a slimy truth emerges.

The shackles upon your joy and your worth are not those of the world - but are yours alone.

You need only speak kindness to yourself and they lift.

The self-loathing and questions of doubt will lift.

In a second, the weight of the world on your shoulders is unmasked and shrivels away.

Because your striving to love and to be loved was not in vain.

Rather, it represents your willingness to live fully.

To lay yourself bare in front of a stranger, saying here I am.

Be gone demons of inadequacy.

I am worthy of self-respect, if not for anything that I am, but for the courage it took to love someone who might not love me back.

Although it may feel that my heart lies shattered on the floor, it isn’t.

It is beating again and again inside my chest.

There is life in me yet.

There is love in me yet.

Who am I to deprive the world of that?

That which could have been, isn’t to be.

But that which is to be, can be.

And will be.

— 02:30 am