I feel like I’ve failed my basic core self. Failed in such fundamental and spectacular way that all of me has shattered to a million pieces – glass cutting glass – scars on top of scars.
There are times I wonder if the warmth of blood running threw my fingers is worth the heartache. If leaving everyone behind is worth the tears. It’s not a thought I dwell on long.
I do often wonder how we get ourselves out of the pits we dig and the walls of steel we build around us. Are there even ladders long enough to help us reach the top?
We’re people of light. We were made to bask in the glory of the brightness that is God. We don’t do very well in the dark. We get twisted and tormented and we become so unrecognisable that even hope hides from our hearts.
How do you get out?
How do you pick up the pieces of your scattered soul…?
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