A Borrowed Heart

To carry fear is to carry a weight no one else can see. Doubt had made a home in me. With every step forward, I found myself pulled two steps back, chasing a version of me I had left behind. Life moves in chapters, and I was far from the last page. In the moments we feel most alone, we are never truly by ourselves. Some quietly root us on even when we can’t see them always watching. They guide us back without ever knowing. His heart, carried in a form that barked, was one I borrowed. A constant that led me back to the little girl I thought I lost.