Along this journey, there are some days when I feel like I'm flying with broken wings...
I'm mostly in tact, but little pieces of me are missing...
For the most part, I get by okay, even with the broken and missing pieces...
A lot of people would never guess that I'm surviving with broken wings...
But I know how hard it is to fly and soar with a carefree spirit when part of you is missing...
I know what it's like to wish to be fully perfect...
And I know what it's like to hope, despite having broken wings...
I'm blessed to be surrounded by beauty, even on days when I feel broken.
Nothing bad happened did it? You are freaking me out...
ReplyDeleteI can understand this analogy perfectly. I told Jason the other night - "I am broken and will never be fully healed. I have lost my old self forever..."
Love you and hope the babe is in there strong and healthy...
Beautiful words and beautiful photos! Praying for a continued healthy baby for you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletebeautiful photos, and very touching words Laura. Hope you are doing ok!
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