our soul is kind of like glass, or mirror. it lets light in. it reflects things. when we are children, its pristine.

but this is a harsh world. and each of us encounters things that strike us, one way or another, sooner or later.

like passing through a meteor shower.










some souls are struck by smaller strikes. some larger. some are struck more than others. all are chipped and have pieces broken off. some are utterly shattered.

but we are resilient beings. we heal, we overcome, we finds ways to continue. but like broken bones if they are left to heal on their own, sometimes we heal crooked, leaving us with a limp. sometimes we heal in separate parts, with each piece healing individually. sometimes we dont heal completely, infected with with pain, dogging fears, or the like.

this is what i see.