Love & Ego: The Two Voices in Me
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Because sometimes the loudest noise is the one inside our chest.
Heart,
why are you so restless?
Why do you keep racing
even when the world is still?
You’ve sat through my sleepless nights.
You’ve carried the weight of bad news.
You’ve throbbed through grief,
through loneliness,
through the silence that felt heavier than words.
And yet—
you also leapt in joy when no one else noticed.
You swelled with hope when logic gave up.
You whispered, “Keep going,”
when my lips said, “I’m done.”
So why this restlessness, Heart?
Are you waiting for the world to calm down?
Or are you waiting for me to finally listen?
I’ve tried to quiet you with distractions.
I’ve numbed you with busyness.
But you never stop knocking.
Because you weren’t made for noise.
You were made for God.
And maybe that’s why you ache so much.
You’ve beaten through panic attacks.
You’ve survived nights where tears became the only prayer.
You’ve been bruised by memories I couldn’t shake,
by goodbyes I never got to finish,
by dreams that collapsed mid-sentence.
No wonder you are restless.
No wonder you keep pounding against my ribs
like a prisoner begging to be freed.
But maybe your restlessness is holy.
Maybe it’s the way you remind me
that I wasn’t made to settle for half-love,
half-truth,
half-faith.
Maybe you won’t stop until I return
to the One who made you.
So rest now, Heart.
Not in people.
Not in places.
Not in promises that break.
Rest in the One who never leaves.
Because the only cure for a restless heart is a faithful God.
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
