As life goes, so do I

Big Heart pt. 2

I've always identified myself with my heart

that the very core part

of my soul, my beingness, my uniqueness

was dependant on the emotions that take hold of me.

This quite different from being sensitive

different from another added adjective

It's quite like a window with a flimsy latch to keep it closed.

Of course when the day is bright,

I push open the window to let the rays of sunshine 

warm-up my hopes and everything is just right.

But when it begins to rain and thunder booms nearby,

I can't shut the window. 

The rainwater floods in and gray clouds fog over my thinking

and suddenly I feel like I've died. 

Identifying as this beating organ 

does not make a clever original answer 

to "who am I?"

it's dangerous.

It may lead you to a decision you may regret 

or when battered and bruised

it feels like one's whole worth is lost.

As if the mere size of one's heart, one's feelings

completely outweigh other qualities. 

No longer will I claim my heart as my entire person.

This is not to say that my heart needs to shrink, 

nor to be stored away or secured by brick walls.

But simply exist as it does.