Heart

I’ve felt this way many times before. I’ve felt my heart ache so much that it was literally hard to breathe. My heart is tired of being split up in two worlds – Home and Here. My heart knows what Home feels like and knows Here isn’t quite Home, it will never be. Yet my heart sometimes feels settled Here. It loves Home but loves being Here too. But no matter how long my heart is Here, Home is always where it was first loved, held and made into everything it is. Home is where the delicious warmth of friends is and the undeserved comfort of family.

While my heart is weary, it is slowly being revived with the knowledge that its companion and love will be Here very soon. Who knows, the future might well be Here.

(Image from Quoteskine)