Monday, 9 January 2017

Bruised but not broken

When the world unravels before you
When even your dreams are crumbling stones
When everything you dare to touch is set on fire and all around you is ash and smoke

Remember this...

Rock bottom is a perfect place for rebuild
Remember that you are your mother's son your grandmother's answered prayers.

A whole bloodline of women who bend and respond to raging winds. There is nothing broken,  nothing damaged or discarded, obscure as a badge of honour

Your smile is an act of defiance against the sun which mixed-up is a victory dance waiting to happen.

You are a man becoming, learning the complicated language of forgiveness, the intricate lesson of the universe.

Your heart is just a muscle waiting for exercise. And you were born for this sort of heavy-lifting. You were born one part SAINT,  one part warrior. Loving yourself without shame is the most important thing you ever have to fight for.

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