It Starts Here

I am a broken fuck.
Those words just penetrated my presence.
They sound harsh, I know.
But it feels like a beautiful hurdle.

Acknowledging my brokenness.
Making space for it.
Clearing my schedule for convalescence.

It is a long path.
But I know it starts here.
With patience. With honesty.

To be both loving parent and wounded child.

What a paradoxical purpose I’ve been given!

 

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Photographer: Bing Wright

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