My Fragile Heart

You have to be careful. 

My heart is completely wrapped up in caution tape. 

She's been tattered and torn. 

And I'm trying to keep her safe. 

Each day is a new struggle. 

Each day is a new one to overcome. 

We wake up sad.

We gain little strength through the day. 

We go to sleep alone. 

I've been so careless with her. 

And you knew that. 

I've worn her, not on my sleeve, but around my neck. 

And when you left, she choked me. 

Hope. That's Hope when she fails you. 

Hope is so fragile now. 

I trusted you with Hope. You knew this. 

She has always been so delicate.

A precious gift Jesus planted in me as a child. 

"Here's your heart, child. Here's Hope. Take care of it as I feed into it," he says. 

Hope and I have been through so much in the past 22 years. 

We've fought battles together, we've been beaten together, we've fought each other and we've also defeated together.

My little, Hope. 

She had so much in you. 

I'm terrified to love again. 

I don't think I can ever love anyone the way I loved you. 

I don't think I ever want anyone to be that close to her again knowing someone had that much power to destroy her.

How can I ever trust anyone with Hope again if they all turn out the same?

Because she's scarred and scared. She's never been worth the fight, just the defeat.

And I am equally afraid. 

But you've tattooed your name to her. 

And I've been trying to tell her that she can't wear your name forever. 

My little Hope I have left longs for Jesus. 

So I will wait for him. 

With my fragile, delicate Hope. 

We wait for him.

- a delicate heart