Wrist Poem – Broken

I hit a couple of triggers tonight that flipped us from content and coping to wildly distressed in a heartbeat. My brain is full of screaming pain. This is my new wrist poem:

Wrist Poem - Broken 1

It reads: “Some nights, it has to be okay to be broken… to be without hope… not to believe…”

Wrist Poem - Broken 2 Wrist Poem - Broken 3

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