Picture taken by my daughter Emily
Yeah my wings were broken for a while and yeah I thought I couldn't fly. Yeah my insides were ugly and I knew all the reasons why. Yeah I hated being in my skin, it's the last place I wanted to be within. I felt lost and scared and torn apart. And the world? yeah that got in.
With time and through tears, I learned to carry my broken wings and I learned to hold all the delicate things. Like my thoughts, my heart, me. And I came to realize that even with a pained and hurting life like mine, I could still find beauty in my world.
Now all the things I've been through, touching my darkness like I did, has brought me here today, finding perfection in the imperfection and healing from within.
is living life with chronic pain...doing the best I can with everyday.