My Heart is a Door: A Metaphor About Healing, Growth, and Freedom

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Introduction

It has been a while since I've posted a Hub. Although I wrote the following reflection for myself, I thought it might be beneficial to share with others. Writing has become a sort of processing tool for me and I've found that on my own journey of inner-healing, what I write for myself often tends to encourage others, as well. My prayer is that you can relate in some sense and derive hope from these words.

The backdrop for the following metaphor is based on dealing with the pain of past events. These are the things that mark us as young children and can haunt us as we become adults if left ignored. I am speaking of things hidden beneath the surface. I've mentioned in other hubs that I've dealt with an unusual amount of death, loss, and grief in my life--especially in the first twenty-something years. Even though I feel that I've done much to process the losses and have healed tremendously, I occasionally find that there is yet another layer of depth that rises to the surface.

This is my attempt to utilize creative writing through means of metaphor to interact with a hidden layer of grief that rose to the surface one evening.

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My heart is a door. I try to open it but it is locked. First, I try to convince it with sweet, tender words. It does not respond. I try to persuade it with grand ideas, but to no avail. My patience wanes. I start to place demands on my heart. “You must open that door—right now—or else…” I hear the deadbolt. Now it is doubly concealed. I become angry and I scream at it. I bully it with threats of abandonment. I run and try to knock the door down with all my strength. The door is solid and it will not be moved from its hinges. I find various tools and try to pick the lock, hack the handle, and bust the door down. The door remains solid. It is locked and it is locked.

I am weary of this fight. I sit in the stillness and I wait. I hear silence. My head is downcast . I am surrender. Then I hear it—footsteps faint and timid. The door is unlocked. It is unlocked. A little girl opens the door. She is the me of before. She looks at me with frightened eyes and whispers, “Is it safe to come out now?” I look at her but I dare not move. I nod my head. She stands at the door and pushes it open just a bit more. I long to see what hides behind the door. I want to know the mysteries of this little girl inside my heart. She takes a step towards me—then another. I want to embrace her and tell her all will be okay, but I know she is not yet ready to be embraced. She is exposed and that is enough for now. She remains in the light only briefly before she withdraws again to the inner chambers of safety. I must wait until she invites me to accompany her to that deep and precious place of rest and hiding.

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Time goes by and makes me forget that she is there. I am confident and mature—whole and healed. This is what I think until one night she flings the doors open wide and runs out with the scream, “Embrace me!” These are her only words and then she sobs. It is painful to weep from such a deep place and I wonder if there is a dimension that exists in the core of my belly that is unfathomable and without end. This cry pulls me towards a scream. I don’t want to open up all the way—I fear what may come out. All of the neighbors will hear and wonder. And what if my heart can’t handle it? The little girl shows me her different ages and various faces and I realize that she is many. I finally can handle the pain no more and I think “stop” and she stops. In a moment the weeping subsides and I am once again alone. She has returned to her hiding place—so sensitive that little one is.

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I sit up and say, “How about some popcorn now? And a movie? I want to have some fun.” My husband politely agrees. Does he understand what just happened? He embraces me and says, “It will be okay.” I smile and say, “Do you love me?” to which he responds, “Yes,” with all his heart. I know he means it but I have one more question. I think it in my head before I say it. “Do you promise?” I think, and then without warning, the floodgates open once more and there is the young one with unabandoned tears. I am exposed. I am vulnerable. This healing embrace makes me yawn. I must sleep.

My dreams are flooded with images of childhood . The setting is places of yesterday but the character is the me of today. I am searching for the lost puzzle pieces at my neighbor’s house. They tell me they are sorry for my loss. I know they understand—they’ve lost too. Which loss are they referring to, anyway? I keep searching. I find a memory of more recent times. He is the most recent loss. He didn’t let me say goodbye. He didn’t let me tell him how angry I was. “You broke your promise!” I shout to him in my dream. He can’t hear me. It is as if I am invisible. These losses so varied: Death stole some before their time and the illusions of life stole others like an invisible crime. Each circumstance linked by a common thread. “You promised—and now you are dead.”

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Broken promises like broken glass—the jagged shards surround me. I remember the dream of the broken glass. The car accident that I didn’t see coming. I emerged from the wreckage and looked down at my body, horrified at the sight I beheld. Shards of broken glass stuck in my body—there must be millions. I try to pull them out, one at a time. The process seems endless. Glass by glass they are removed. Then I see a small triangle of glass sticking out from my belly. I start to pull on it but it is like an iceberg. The small tip reveals nothing of its true size. I can see that this shard of glass is enormous and it is interwoven throughout my entire body. All of my vital organs are pierced with this glass. If I pull it out all at once, I will be cut to pieces and destroyed. I go to the hospital and I remain awake for the surgery.

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I recognize the surgeon—it is Jesus. He tells me that only He can perform a surgery so complex. He tells me not to worry—I can be at rest. He tells me to be patient—this surgery will take time. He pulls the glass out a little bit, then breaks off the edge. He pulls out a little bit more, and breaks off another edge. He is gentle and precise—He will not allow internal damage. But I don’t like that I’m stuck on this operating table. I don’t like that I am awake. I don’t like that it is painful. I feel the glass moving around. I don’t like that it is taking so long. But I don’t want to live a life in which I cannot move for fear that I will be sliced just for living. I say “yes” and He says, “Everything will be okay.”

“I love you” He says. I think to myself, “Do you promise?” He responds with His thoughts and I can hear them. “I promise,” He says. This time I do not cry. I wait. I am waiting. I know that this surgery is almost complete. The little girl in my heart is ready to open the door, remove the locks, and to grow up in the light. I am on the edge of true existence.

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Poohgranma 4 years ago from On the edge

What a powerful sharing. This was exquisite and I will share it on my FB and other social media sites, with your permission.


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Seek-n-Find 4 years ago from Illinois Author

@ Poohgranma: It is so good to hear from you!!! Seeing your name on my hub made me smile. Thank you so much for the comment. You have my permission to share. I hope you are well.


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Poohgranma 4 years ago from On the edge

I am forever in God's grace so know I am well. I will share this then. It's very very good and more people should be able to read it!


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Seek-n-Find 4 years ago from Illinois Author

Thanks Poohgranma. :-)


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lifegate 4 years ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

SnF,

All I can say is wow! So much said. Thanks for sharing this with us.


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b. Malin 4 years ago

Wow, from Me to You...Very Powerful and Meaningful...You are such a Deep, Dark, thinker...lots Hidden that you will bring to the surface one day, as only you can.


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Seek-n-Find 4 years ago from Illinois Author

@ b. Malin: Thank you for your comment. It is amazing what lurks beneath the surface in each of our souls. When we slow down or when a trauma happens, these hidden parts of ourselves often try to come up to the surface for healing. I am amazed when I look back and things I've endured and how far I've now come. Of course, when I look into the mirror of perfection, I see how much a distance I have yet to go. Thank you for reading and commenting.


stessily 4 years ago

Seek-n-Find, Your writing is heartfelt and clear despite the complexity of your topic. Pinpointing loss entails looking at a multi-faceted mirror with tiny hidden angles. You've conveyed well the journey to wholeness

These sentences in particular were compelling for me for their deep truth:

"They tell me they are sorry for my loss. I know they understand—they’ve lost too. Which loss are they referring to, anyway?"

Really beautifully presented. Up + ABI + sharing.

Kind regards, Stessily


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Seek-n-Find 4 years ago from Illinois Author

@ stessily: Thank you so much for your comment. It seems to be the pieces that I write for myself that most often impact others, too. I appreciate your feedback, vote, and sharing! Best to you.


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doctordonfinally 3 years ago from Central Arkansas, USA

Thank you for your courage to pen your innermost feelings and experience. Isn't it awesome that Jesus is our surgeon? I'm adding you to follow. I'm new to Hub Pages. Check out my hubs and I would love it if you would add me as well.

Blessings to you.


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Seek-n-Find 3 years ago from Illinois Author

@doctordonfinally: Thank you! Yes, Jesus is the only one qualified for such tender operations. Welcome to Hub Pages--so glad you are here! I already took a look at your profile, added you, and am very much looking forward to reading your work. Very much the type of content I'm interested in. Blessings to you!


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Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

Beautifully written, so many layers, complex and yet recognisable. You have written with a clarity and honesty which people can feel and relate to. Thankyou for sharing.


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Seek-n-Find 3 years ago from Illinois Author

@ Anna Haven: Thank you so much for your comment. I truly appreciate it. Writing that was a part of my process to figure out those deeper layers. I hope it mirrors what some others go through and encourages them to keep digging until they are fully free.


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Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

You done it really well. To lose the ones we love whatever the circumstances is so hard and never ever something we can understand or accept. Credit to you for verbalising it.


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LEGold 3 years ago from South Florida

Wow! Thank you for sharing. I believe many can relate to this. (I myself for one.) Please visit my page , I believe you will find "The Child Inside", a parallel read.......Blessings LEGold


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skye2day 2 years ago from Rocky Mountains

seek n find. Dear and precious Jenna. This story is like whoa!! Absolutely moving, riveting and heartfelt transparency. Talk about touching my heart and soul. I must say this is so vivid as well as one of the better writings I have read on hubpages. God has truly given you a gift and I am excited to read more of what the Spirit of God writes on your heart. I am honored to know you Jenna. I read your hug from our precious friend Faith Reaper. She is so precious indeed. May God Bless your journey sweet sister. In His glorious name Jesus Christ. Keep em coming girl. My Love, Skye

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Seek-n-Find 2 years ago from Illinois Author

Hello skye2day! Thank you so much. Writing is sometimes the only way I can reflect on the deep things within--it is almost as if I don't know what I will find until I commit the words to paper (or to my keyboard). I very much appreciate your kindness and love. I can feel it coming through your words! I feel like my creative streak has kind of disappeared--I've been tired from so much professional writing that my own personal projects have suffered. I hope for this to be different in 2014. I miss writing things like this. I appreciate you! Blessings.

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