She’s been broken before me and now she’s broken with me and that means I am broken too. But I do not fear because she will overcome as she has always overcome and that is as true as a railroad spike in my thigh.
So much proof.
She’s been the girl in the woods who had to push her bike home because her child’s parts her LITTLE GIRL PARTS were too torn apart to be able to sit. She’s been a chalice of unimaginable loss, her spill of gold stealing a piece of her she will never get back. She’s been many things in between, not all of them the best, but through all of it she’s BECOME…
all of those things have made her become what she is and what she is is a gift everyone wants wrapped and pretty handed to them for opening. All hands fighting, ribbons flying, punch spilling, staining the carpet, mom's pissed.
All of the horrible has shaped her into what I swim in.
She’s been broken before me and now she’s broken with me and that means I am broken too but I know how she heals and I know how she scars and because of that, I am not afraid.