That lump of flesh,
Beating in your cage of bones,
Which is sometimes fragile,
And the other times deafening with its rapid beating,
Is your heart.
So here are 5 tips to keep it healthy, besides eating right and exercising, of course:
One: Fill it
Fill it with everything,
Fill it with every beautiful thing you can lay your eyes on,
Fill it with the love you’ve always yearn for,
Fill it with your dreams,
As stupid as they may seem,
And the inspiration to make them true.
Fill it with sorrow,
For sometimes it needs to break a little to let the pain out,
Fill it with care,
You don’t want something,
That you cannot bare.
Two: Surrender it
Surrender it to anyone that makes you skip a beat,
Surrender it to the things that you find peace in,
Surrender it to the world,
Surrender it to the feelings,
Carry it on your sleeve, And give pieces of it away like candy on Halloween.
Surrender it to the idea,
That every time you give a tiny piece of your heart away,
It’s always going to be loved,
For it will be a part of them,
Even if they don’t know it themselves.
Three: Cherish it
Cherish the accelerating heartbeats from when you’re nervous,
Cherish the warmth spread in your veins on a cold night,
Cherish the pain it has once suffered,
And cherish the love it will deserve,
Cherish every single beat,
And every heart failure,
For even after each of those,
It never stopped beating.
Four: Set it free
Set it free from the rules you made yourself,
Set it free into the rain,
And let it dance every once in a while,
Set it free to make those stupid decisions,
And don’t regret them.
Set it free into the world full of hatred,
For maybe that tiny heart of yours,
Could add to the love.
Five: Care for it
Care for it when it hides in your ribcage,
Afraid to be out again.
Care for it when it’s shattered on the ground at 3 in the morning,
Care for it when it aches for love it never got,
Care for every single time it surrenders,
Surrenders to the wishes of the world,
Care for it as if you’d care for the most precious thing on earth,
For without it,
There’s no you.
– Prajakta Dengale