Dear Heart

Dear Heart,

I know you’re tired.

Tired of being strong.

Tired of holding on

while life keeps breaking.

You’ve loved quietly.

Served deeply.

Hoped faithfully.

But today

you feel invisible.

You trusted people.

Not just them—

but their kindness.

You worked with empty pockets.

A hungry stomach.

Not for money,

but for a small sign of care.

A promise.

A breakthrough.

It didn’t come.

You whispered,

“Maybe greatness begins in shadows.”

But the shadows grew colder.

Then came a season.

Like rain after drought.

It felt like home.

Peace in the storm.

But just as quickly,

it passed.

Like a candle

blown out

in the middle of prayer.

And you were left

holding silence.

Craving a voice,

not for thrill,

but for safety.

Not to win,

but to hear,

“You matter.”

Listen, Heart—

you still matter.

You are not weak for longing.

You are not dirty for struggling.

You are not broken for wanting arms around you.

You are human.

Even if the world never claps

for the battles you fight,

I see you.

Your Creator sees you.

One day,

someone else will too—

not for what you give,

but for who you already are.

For now—

Breathe.

Cry.

Heal.

Write.

Pray.

Build.

Not for them.

Not for shadows.

But for you.

Because you are worth

the life you dream of.

Even if no one claps yet.

Sincerely,

The future you—

whole, healed,

deeply loved.

-Wabwire -elias-