you and me
I am a worthless human being, and I simply can’t affirm or meditate or pray my way out of it. It’s liberating, in a strange way, to know this.
The feeling of being unseen is more common among those who search for truth, who look for true beauty rather than blinding glamour.
My pain cleansed out the wounds in the landscape of my being, and healing full of grace and honey began its slow slide into the cracks. And oh, this sacred concoction, it burns.
You are stronger than you think. More capable than you know. Do you know this? But really, do you? That you have it in you to make a difference?
Our flaws make us flawless. Our imperfections make us perfect. Our truth and vulnerability make us beautiful.