With each new break
A crack was created
Stitching myself back together
Determination the needle
Addiction, therapy, hope was the thread
I look at myself in the mirror
I see sadness etched into lines marring the grooves and planes of my face
Two deeply blue eyes gaze back
Deep in color and in soul
I see what this incarnation has imprinted on me
I continue to act as the seamstress of my soul
Sewing my heart and body back together
A patchwork sorrow, pain, happiness and goodness
It took the breaks and stiches to appreciate the uniqueness of me
So nice to see you writing again! I hope you go on another adventure soon – love your photography as well!
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Thanks for always being supportive Don 🙂
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I love this. Beautiful sentiments from such a beautiful soul!
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