Heart

My heart beats, but not for me. It beats for the ones around me to depend on me to solve their problems. It beats to take the 3 a.m. phone calls from my friends that struggle with depression and anxiety. It beats to make sure my mom makes it home and has a good day. My heart beats to make sure those close to me are secure and comforted when needed most. My heart beats to lift the problems from them so I can rest them on myself. “Don’t mind me what’s wrong” “I’m okay tell me what’s up? “Talk to me i’m here”. I get so caught up with everyone else’s problems and reality that I forget about my own. That’s why my Heart Beats.