Giving Voice III

Somewhere, buried in the depths of heartbreak was the invitation to “heart broken open”. The greatest risk. But it glittered boldly, in an otherwise colourless desert. So I followed my star. Heart broken open brings light to the shadows. There’s no place to hide the rough edges, the grime, or the tender underbelly. The light penetrates further and wakes the hibernating beast. Joy, unconditional joy. Here she sits, in the tatters of what was broken, and she loves it all.

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