fading bruises shape butterflies
that flutter from my lungs
to mingle with honeyed visions
& the pale air
I am whole now
in a broken kind of way –
& after all
the bonds will hold.
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Another Wandering Soul 
and so life continues, through pain, adversity, knowledge. Learning as we go, taking the heart ache and changing it the best way we can. Hugs ❤ xx
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very true. but i can still wish for a fast forward button, right? 😉 xx
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that you can 😉 xx
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the wound
is the place
where the light
enters you
~
rumi
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🙂
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