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Healing is not linear. I know.

I’d be a fool to think it, I’d be

young and dumb to think that growth

is more or less a one-off.

Grace extending ever outward

to the world, save for me:

I should be whole, my broken path

displayed for all the earth to scoff at.

Broken, bloodied steps I leave

on trails of shattered glass.

Jagged edges,

jagged edges.