All My Cracks Have Sisters

For every figurative wound or broken place currently occupying a place on my skin or in my heart, there’s a matching twin from years past.

My scars are all the same as they once were. Superficially different but stemming from issues I was issued the day my brain misfired.

Turning inward, I can see the reflections of these scars in the open wounds and broken places that currently reside on my person. I am repeating history. I am re-living a past I have no desire to re-live.

What would mend the spaces my fear seeps out is to address them head-on. What would caulk up the cracks in my facade would be to fill them from the inside-out, going deep and below surface-level to even out the brokenness and really admit the things I need to work on. But that’s so much work and often it’s easier to just gloss over the deep cuts and apply a bandage; a temporary fix.

All my cracks have sisters. All my scars have brothers. All my wounds are related. All my broken pieces are carbon copies of the broken pieces from my past.

Related posts:

Mis abuelos y sus compadres eran artistas en formas inigualables. Sabían cómo deshacerse de sus desperdicios humanos de la manera más salubre posible: digamos, más bien, que eran expertos despejando…

Selling a house quickly in Delray Beach carries significant importance. With the assistance of professional services like “Sell My House Fast Delray Beach,” homeowners can understand the urgency and…

Deep down we have different accomplishments that we want to do in life whether it’s loosing weight or being healthier or simply being a better mom dad sister or brother we each tell ourselves over…