Ode to my heart

Oh, my heart,
You have carried the heaviest burdens in silence.
You beat faithfully even when sorrow weighed you down,
even when betrayal tried to shatter your rhythm.

You have held love so vast
it overflowed into the lives of my daughters,
wrapping them in safety,
reminding them that they were cherished
even when I felt unseen myself.

You have endured the sting of words,
the ache of rejection,
the emptiness of being blamed for not being enough
when in truth, you gave more than enough.
You gave everything.

Oh, my heart,
You were never cold,
even when others mistook your strength for hardness.
You stayed soft,
even when it hurt to stay open.

You are not just a vessel of survival —
you are the temple of love,
the fire of resilience,
the place where spirit and body meet in sacred rhythm.

My heart,
I honour you now.
For every beat that carried me through the storms.
For every tear you allowed me to shed.
For every time you whispered, keep going.

I promise to listen to you more,
to honour your wisdom,
to let you rest in peace when weary,
and to let you soar when joy calls.

Oh, my heart,
you are my compass,
my courage,
my home.