And, you go along with this malformed heart, trying to function as you always have functioned before.
One day, you look up and you think maybe you can trust the voice of your heart again because the voice sounds just as it always has.
You do not hear the distortion because you are too familiar with the sound of its brokenness.
You think, why not trust again? Why not listen?
You listen in spite of the reasoning from you still functioning common sense and you don't hear the warning blow from your mind, don't see the safety gates go down. You barrel onto the tracks thinking you are on the way to those long ago stored dreams collecting dust on the rickety shelves of your damaged heart.
Thinking all is safe you step right into the path of danger.
When the heart is damaged repeatedly it may still function. It may beat and sustain life. But your quality of life may never be the same.
At some point you need to look to other sources like a proverbial medication to slow any more possible damage, you need to follow the advice on prevention you have been provided and you need to take care.
The damaged heart can not only slow you down, it affects every part of your body.
The heart damaged by repeated blows will do no less. And as the scars add up how could you expect it to function? The feelings become seared and compassion wanes.
And you wake up one day numb to the world around you and the pain you felt, the brokenness causing it to barely function.
Today, it is my hope that I will remember the state I'm in and take care in the future to prevent any further damage.