The Gallery of My Heart

This is a reflection on what it means to give, to be unseen, and to reclaim the sacred space of the heart as something rare, worthy, and no longer open to just anyone.

Once again, I find myself gathering the broken pieces of my heart, slowly tending to them with care and quiet reflection. I always believed that with time I would grow wiser in who I allowed into the tender spaces within me, yet I continued opening the doors of my heart hoping others would truly see the love I carried.

Did they see it? Did they see me? Or was I simply something temporary, briefly held before being left behind? I have spent so much of my life offering love freely, pouring tenderness, care, and devotion into others without always asking whether I was giving the same to myself.

As I sit with the ache of disappointment, sadness, and disbelief, I find myself turning inward. What truth is hidden here? What part of myself have I been waiting for others to honor before learning to honor it on my own?

Self love was always something I could understand in theory, but only now am I beginning to truly live it. Through heartbreak, I have started to see my heart more clearly, to hold it more gently, and to welcome others into its sacred space with deeper intention.

And next time, I will remember that my heart is precious, worthy of care, and not something to be entered without reverence.