Emotional Journeys of a Heart

There's an intrinsic dimension deep within my heart. Its capacity for love and pain, I cannot explain or measure, but when love takes hold of it, it refuses to be swayed from taking an emotional journey, arduously pursued. It's said a heart can be treacherous. I know that to be true. I've been wounded more than once by my heart's betrayal. Its pulse is strong, never missing a rhythmic beat, but to its fragility, I can solemnly attest. It breaks, easily. Though caged to protect it from physical harm, pangs from emotional loss traverses through the bars. My heart never hesitates to ask what if or, should I... Its sails full speed ahead, despite whirlpools and eddies. It can motivate me to laugh at life's joys found each day, but it allows tears to fall in rivulets when it's wounded. Love's thorns stab much too deep and heal too slowly.