In woundedness is your genius. Behind your wounds are your gifts. Silence heightens your awareness. Your body shivers alive with burning thoughts. Why are you here? What is your purpose? What is the point? The abyss yawns. Deep in your soul you trace the steps/trajectory of your life. So, it is. Memories that sift like broken mirrors resting in a bed of roses. Pain and joy. Lost then found. Redemption and solace. Newness and appreciation. The little things. Wholeness replaces lack of self-worth. Stars and sunsets. The smell of fresh leaves. Aloneness captures your authentic heart. The place you hide from others. And yourself. You might get hurt. It costs to be true. The sun’s brilliance reflects your desire for realness. Your breath becomes softer. Silence welcoming and healing.

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