Dear Diary,
Every emotion can be expressed as a poem or a story. Yet sometimes, I find myself at a loss of words. That is when I experience the pains that had made its mark on my heart in the past. That is when I understand what a broken heart means. That is when I imagine happiness as a tease mocking my hurtful heart.
Those times I remind me to let go. The ‘intelligent me’ makes sensible arguments to help the ‘hurt me’ to get over the hurt. But does it work that way? To let go, I should be holding on to something. There isn’t anything. Only wishes and hopes and if onlys are ruling my heart at that particular moment when my heart breaks into pieces, the pieces of which prickles my very being.
Some wounds are here to stay. Some scars never fade. Some hearts are broken forever.
Love
A broken heart
Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher.
Day -15
Void Thoughts 
But time heals many things, may be also a broken heart..
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Vinitha…Hugs to you dear! Life is hard, letting go, harder. But, let go, we must! Memories will, however, stay forever!
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Very interesting, and hurting article. Every one feels hurt if he or she remember the sweet memories of past.
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Vinitha, hugs…..life can be hard at times, but that best news is that our healing is within us. You’ve started the process by expressing yourself.
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I don’t know if a broken heart ever fully heals, but the passage of time makes it hurt a little less.
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Broken hearts cannot be completely fixed.. they can be glued back with some ointment of love, concern, care and affection, but the termites of past memories and sadness keep gnawing their way back in. A remedy which might work, is to just try and live each moment as it comes. I’m sure the heart will glow red soon, and you’ll be happier than you were yesterday, Vinitha! 🙂
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This post made me wonder what regrets prompted the broken heart to speak up. It’s hard, but one of the profoundest truths is that broken hearts mend, no matter what it seems like in the present.
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Oh where do I begin Sreesha! My father died before I could take a family photo. My mother is well and alive, yet I feel like an orphan! My heart is broken into tiniest pieces, I doubt there will ever be a mending!
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Hugs, dear Vinitha. But the thing is, like Sreesha said, broken hearts DO mend. The journey to peace is difficult, but hang in there, it will get better.
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I am so sorry to hear that, Vinitha. I know there’s probably nothing I could say to make you feel better, but I’m glad you wrote about it. The more you write, the more you’ll recover.
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I am glad that people like you are here, Sreesha and Shantala. Sharing bits of pain is a lot helpful than locking them all inside and guarding them forever. I went through a lot of depressed moments these past weeks. I am a lot better now. Reading these comments again makes me feel like I am lucky to be alive. 🙂
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I hope the broken heart finds a way to mend itself. Touching write up
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I love the hidden strength in the word Hope! 🙂
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Oh yes, it’s tough to mend a broken heart. But they say, a broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along. Yeah, that’s looking at it optimistically! 🙂
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Yeah, to live we need to stay optimistic! 🙂
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Touching and heartfelt. Broken hearts that can’t be mended are the saddest thing ever.
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Absolutely true, Cat!
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