Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Story of a Little Pink Heart

There once was a little pink heart. She lived in her little world, surrounded by other pink hearts bathed in a white light. She loved living in her world no matter how na├»ve she was perceived, until one day she encountered another heart. This heart was different. He was smart. He knew of another world, and he wasn’t pink. He wasn’t really any color, but he was intriguing. So, she ventured out of her familiar world on an adventure all her own.

The white light walked with her. It surrounded her as she met many other hearts. Some of these hearts were pink, green, red and even black. Some hearts were larger than others. Some were too small to even notice. Some even hid their true colors behind false coloring. One day, she decided the light was too bright, and started to build a wall to keep it out of her world. Once her wall was complete her world was not dimmer, but somehow brighter. The little pink heart noticed things she had never seen before, colored heart she had never noticed. And what fun she had in this new world.

Then one day she started growing. Her color started changing. Layers upon layers of multi-colors were added onto the little pink heart until it was hard to move around. She could not even remember why she entered this world. That was the day she ran into her wall, and determined it had to come down.

She pulled at the bricks, but they barely moved. She punched them, kicked them, and screamed at them, only to discover taking down the wall was a lot harder than putting it up. The white light shown through the cracks, but wasn’t what she remembered. It was harsh and bright, and she turned away from it. The now big heart hurt from removing the bricks, and tearing down the wall.

And then a break-through occurred. A portion of the wall fell down, and the white light came streaming in. It welcomed her back into its embrace. She looked at her larger self. She wanted that little pink heart inside to come back. She didn’t want to be this larger ugly heart. “Where, oh where is my little pink heart?” she screamed to everyone and no-one. But the light helped her. It helped her not to hate the layers and the colors, but that she could turn them back into a pink heart. And while she would not be the same as she started, she would be bigger and larger and have more room to love and share and help inside of her.

So everyday this little pink heart inside just will not quit. It radiates through each layer and each color. And the bricks on the wall slowly fall down. The now larger pink heart sees a new world again, and this time basked in the white light, loves and embraces every part of it.

This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s #1 writing prompt; “The heart that just wouldn’t quit”.

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  1. "taking down the wall was a lot harder than putting it up"

  2. Stopping by from Mama Kat's…

    Excellent story. Very creative and even has a moral.

    Thanks for sharing,

  3. I love this! What a beautiful story! So good, so true, love it!


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