A thousand times broken, forever in healing. This is the road before he who chained and led by his vices.
A wanderer alone in the sea of people. He is coveted, not for him but he can do for those covet.
Chalices raised by hollowed hands seeking to be filled by the ever flowing glass he carries.
The cracks…. The cracks of conditions never met, the cracks of neglected acceptance…. The cracks of wanting to be wanted, to be seen, to be known….. have barren this glass.
The cracks growing across the surface by a grip held with anger, regret and hatred for self is on the verge of shattering.
Because the hand that holds it, was hardly tended to, mended when needed. The hand like the glass is on verge of shattering.
A thousand times broken, forever healing….. BELOVED, that is your true name. Let go and let it all shatter.
Let the crash of glass herald your detachment from it all. As you unchain yourself, reach out to absence. Let your silence deafen all who could not see you before.
Let silence and absence heal the cracks of the hands that held onto NOTHING for too long…….

