Shotguns and Rottweilers

Sometimes my heart feels like it’s going to explode. I wish I could turn it off. I see others do it. I watch them laugh and move on and I stand in a cave of envy where the stalagmites and stalactites are constantly stabbing me as I walk.

When I say I wear my heart on my sleeve, what I mean is that I have taken my heart in my fist and with a sawn off shotgun, I’ve let it explode all over my arm. I used to think this was a detriment. But I’m realizing more and more that the ones who are uncomfortable with it, are the ones who need my attention the most.

Their discomfort stems from the fear of vulnerability. They’ve had their hearts crushed. And their hearts aren’t as resilient as mine. Mine takes a beating on a daily basis because I allow it to. They’ve guarded theirs with Rottweilers! 

Those who are uncomfortable need someone who will be there even when the dogs bite and will be there after the carnage is over. 

I’m not ashamed of wearing my heart on my sleeve. I know there are many who appreciate such honesty no matter how uncomfortable it may make them feel. This is who I am. This is my heart. This is my sleeve. And hear that?... that was my shot gun.