Dear Wounded Heart,

There’s something burning in my heart. Something I want you to know.

When you smile at me, I see the pain in your eyes. I hear the hurting cry your heart screams.

The pain you think you’re hiding isn’t hidden at all.

I see it. I feel it. I know it.

See, I’ve experienced that pain, too.

I’ve felt the deep-cut of viciousness. I know the ache of wanting to belong, but feeling out of place.

I know all too well about building up thick walls around a wounded heart.

I’ve been there.

I’ve done that.

I know what it’s like to create a barrier so thick and strong that nobody can penetrate it. Even when they dare to try.

But can I share with you a lesson I’ve learned about such walls, Wounded One? When you become weary of keeping your heart protected with the obstruction you’ve worked so hard to build, you will find yourself all alone.

Because people will only try to break through your wall so many times. People are human. And when others reach out in love because they sense you’re hurting, only to be rejected time after time, they’ll eventually accept that you aren’t willing to let them in.

Be brave, Wounded Heart.

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Let somebody in. If you give me a chisel and ask me to sit with you, I promise you, I’ll help you begin chipping away at those monstrous bricks.

I know how difficult it is to trust. I understand the heartache. I feel your pain.

Sometimes we have to be willing to put an end to assumptions. Open our hearts and minds. And just open ourselves to the love that others want to give us.

I know it isn’t easy. But it is doable.

I’d love nothing more than to give you a bear hug and tell you, “It’s going to be okay.” The truth is, it won’t be okay…as long as you cling to those old hurts.

So let them go.

Break down that wall you’re hiding behind.

You aren’t fooling me.

I see the pain. I know that pain. I feel it.

Love,

me.