Being broken is never a fun thing to go through. I think back on times in my life when I have been utterly shattered, and you have to wonder how God is going to do anything with the pieces. Here is something that I wrote last fall and it is about my being broken. I am no poet, but the words came easily.
So confused, so lost, so broken.
I no longer know which way to turn.
Or what God wants.
My heart is bleeding, but I don't know how to stop it.
How do you heal a wound that no one can see?
How do you mend a heart that is shattered?
How do you move when you can't see anything?
About Me
- Kristin
- I am a convert to Catholicism as well as a student again. I am going back for a degree in Political Science.
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