How can I be comfortable carrying the weight of this heart of mine, how do I carry it each day, how do I face time.

Time adds weight because my heart only grows, so much to give with nowhere for it to go.

Yet there are places for my heart to give, people to reach, a new way to live.

To fulfill myself is to live my life through love, I will give myself with every life I touch.

Myself is enough so I give it freely, self sacrifice is my gift so I’ll give it daily.

Love is beautiful because of everywhere it can apply, it does not require romance and it fights through all lies.

The lies of this world are easy to breach if you’re comfortable with a heavy heart, and you’re willing to seek.

A heavy heart is not a curse, for its weight has meaning, and through that weight you find your being.

My heart tells its story, the story of its weight, it is heavy, but it is strong, that is its fate.