Not long ago, the broken one was I.
Much like shattered glass; dangerous and beyond repair.
The fragmented remains of my soul lacerated and abused all who came close.
Then, the impossible became reality.
Darkness gave way to a delicate dance , so skillfully orchestrated, so intricate and beautiful that it cannot be easily described.
A personal symphony of inception, with a vitalizing crescendo that gave way to an exquisite transformation, and then subsided into the steady drum of a heartbeat.
And out of the wreckage came a woman, magnificent and new, and yet made of all the broken pieces of my soul.
Can this be true? Indeed it is.
I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don’t know…I don’t know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again”.
~Carrie Jones, Entice