Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I'm fragile.

You've heard Breakable by Ingrid Michaelson, right?! She sings about how we are quite fragile and quite breakable -- "Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts." 

Yes, I agree, we are fragile. More so than we'd even like to admit most days. 

But I disagree about my heart being protected by "rib bones and other various parts." 

Because, you see, I allow little parts of my heart to live outside my body. 

And there is virtually no protection for them. 

I cannot stay with them all day. 

I cannot protect them from the inevitable bumps and bruises of life. 

I cannot ensure they will not encounter pain. 

Real - feel it in your marrow - pain. 

In fact, I can virtually guarantee they will. 

Because you have to allow for growth and refinement. 

But it hurts . . . me when in hurts them. 

And, at times, I'd prefer to simply place them back inside my rib bones so I could keep them safe. 

Take the blows. 

And suffer the discomfort on their behalf. 

I can take it myself, but I can't stand watching them take it.

photo by N.Cole Photography
And so I'm looking for a bubble. Since they are now too big to place beneath my ribs, I'd like a large bubble in which I can encapsulate them so the world cannot affect their innate confidence and joie de vivre.  

Anyone found such a device?  


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