sure, it`s been stepped on, even stomped on ocassionally.
it`s been smacked around a little.
ripped in a few places, torn in a lot.
there`s even a few claw marks and a few bits missing.
it`s slightly lopsided and very fragile looking, with all the bruises and initials carved in like an old school desk
it`s a little bit squished and it hurts sometimes, but it`s beautiful.
and no one can ever break that. <3
Broken.
I feel it. I feel it in my heart at times and in my soul.
The retreat was about brokenness and restoration. I don’t know how much it helped me. I know God heals all wounds, but right now I see pieces of me scattered on the ground. I’ve always had issues with being broken. I guess that everyone does, but I can relate with protecting my brokenness.
I still put up walls around the pain and put a new band aid over the wound. I can’t heal, but just try to numb myself.
I want to get away from this pattern, but it hurts me. I want to get out of this vicious circle that separates me from everyone else.
I want to be open, but every time I taste freedom, I feel my wings clipped and I hit the ground. Hard.
I don’t want to be hurt again, but I don’t want to be alone.
