A True Broken Heart is not from Love

 
And as I trudge my way through
the darkest of moments
I say moments
because life is full of these moments
isn't it?
moments that pass eventually
even when it seems the bad memories remain for life?
they are in fact just phases
phases that teach us about ourselves
a tool if you like, that helps us grow
well, having survived bad love
I now seem to be able to write about it
and as I write about my once truly broken heart
and all the excruciating pain and grief I've endured
when it felt my life was being poured down the drain
from the gutter
along with the dirty rain
the horrific feeling and realization
that I may never be the same me,
I once was?
and in turn
the moment when everything changed for the better
because I had the courage to change it
I have come to the final of finales of reflection
as I now know the grand secret
that nobody ever tells us
when we feel we are suffering a broken heart
 
a heart my friends…
is but a muscle.