"...to let ourselves be seen, deeply seen, vulnerably seen, to love with our whole hearts even though there's no guarantee, to practice gratitude and joy, to feel this vulnerable means I'm alive."
I'm tattered, I'm torn, I'm broken in two,
The smile on my face says, ”I’m happy, I'm fine, I'm content as can be.”
Inside, lonely, sad, and they don't have a clue.
The torturous memories, my tormented soul, the demons in me,
They won’t let me go, they won’t let me leave, is this really my fate?
I’m fighting, I’m screaming, I’m trying to escape,
But nothing is helping, no nothing at all,
I clawed and I scratched my way to the top,
For what? To teeter, to totter and eventually fall?
I'm scattered in shambles, shattering glass, like my old broken mirror,
How do I put my pieces back together again?
Like a wind chime, they're trembling, shivering and quivering in fear.