The cracks in our hearts.

The wounds that open easily or never heal.

Our scars. The shiny raised roads, pathways of our journeys.

Our bodies. All the places we’ve been touched with love and struck in violence. The invisible marks and the bruises that make us beautiful.

These are the parts of us to be held gently.

The rawness and vulnerability we hide are the places where our light starts.

Light shining through the cracks in our hearts.

Light surrounding our wounds.

The light we hold within holds us gently.

Gently, because we are all broken beings of light.