A brokent heart has a very audible sound if you’re around to hear it.
It is a deeply painful and exhausting noise that manifests itself when there’s just not any more room left for hurt on the inside. It comes in waves. Long heaving sobs followed by quick uncontrollable gasps. Then a sort of relief comes, like you couldn’t possibly cry any longer.
But you are reminded of something…it could be anything involved with the origination of your sorrow.
And it starts again.
The problem with the sound of a broken heart is that they are rarely heard. Not because they are rare, but because they generally begin and end in private.
Those who don’t know the sound, those who haven’t been somewhere alone as their body is overtaken with such sorrow that nothing is a a motivation to keep going will tell someone going through a broken heart anything that sounds right and logical at the moment. “It’s going to be alright.” “Everything happens for a reason.” “They didn’t deserve you anyway.”
It may be true, but broken hearts don’t reason and they don’t do logic.
Those who do know the sound? They will just shut up and get to work.
In whatever way that may be.
When I think of all the sorrow I’ve seen come across my screen over the past year I think of all the broken hearts. Ones that will never be heard aside from a few words tapped out for us to read.
The mind has a way of numbing the pain of a broken heart, although I firmly believe it is never truly gone or better. Which leads us to suffer in silence occasionally, because to the outside world we should “be over it already.”
I’ve made the sound. I know the sound in a very intimate way. When I hear it the numbness around my heart is weakened.
Oh, how I know that sound.
And I’m so sorry that you have to know it too.