If you are not broken,
bruised,
weathered
and worn,
where have you been my friend?
If your battered heart,
does not still break,
every day,
then perhaps you are not paying attention?
Don’t come out of this life
preserved and perfect my friend,
you’re supposed to crumble
and rebuild a million times over,
until your soul is satisfied,
you have given your all.
Because that’s why you are here.
Your perfect is not needed,
but your broken is very important,
very important indeed.
Donna Ashworth
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