Going Through an Old Box

While going through some old boxes, I found some of my writings and I'd like to share. I won't make you read through them all here, but I'll write some here and others, the longer ones, I'll link to. They were all written in 1990. I was writing quite a bit at the time and just letting things flow. Let me know what you think...

Now I place my heart in your hands, to hold, to stroke, to love. Please, don't break it for it is a treasure to withhold. Please don't drop it, for it is too fragile to survive the fall. If you abuse it, it will leave you eventually, feeling the hurt. It is resilient though; it is strong. It will regain its strength, though not as fully as it once was. You see, with each hurt, with each abuse, it withdraws a little bit. Instead of coming back with more love, it shows a harder front, a wall of sorts. It is this wall that the next person will see. So you see, not only are you damaging this heart, but you are damaging the life for it will not give as strongly, or as readily the next time it has a chance. In fact, it might pass up the chance for fear that the wall will grow higher and harder. It doesn't want that. What it wants is to breathe, to live, to laugh. It wants everyone to see it in all its splendor and in full bloom. It will do that if treated properly, and you would be the reason for that, and you will be rewarded because of that. Fragile things have their place in this world, along with everything else, yet they are the first to back away from a hurtful situation. It is a lesson that is not easily forgotten. It is a lesson that will come back and haunt the rest of the days, and not just the fragile object, for if it's done by you enough, you will find that those objects are staying away from you. Then it will be you that feels the hurt, but for a different reason. It will be you that is alone, and afraid to approach, and afraid to give. It will be you that will suffer, and all because you did not take care of what was given you. So, you see why it is that I ask you to treat it with love? It is for both of us.

Where there was hate, now there is love. Where once there was anger, now there is happiness. Where once there was despair, now there is ecstasy. Where once there was loneliness, now there is you.