Weak Hands Hold A Strong Heart.

We're constantly trying to hold ourselves together with our own hands that are trying not to break under the severe pressure we are faced with with everyday. Wishing we could look away, we try not to grow bitter for our own hearts sake, for the sake that it too, might decay. We keep over analyzing what and where we went wrong, and we start mapping out the guilt trips in our minds as the blame we think we deserve paralyzes us at our spine. We're left with a weak backbone and everything around us seems so monotone. How can one situation lead us to misfortune and doubt in our own capability to love again? It doesn't have to be that way, especially if we go on knowing that we fought hard for the actual sake of our hearts. I fought hard and that's the rewarding part that comes along with the hurt, because even though the flame went out, I was never burnt when it struggled to stay afloat.