Flesh wound vs. Heart wound. One breaches the physical body, one the soul.
We feel them. We’ve experienced them. They are indescribable. Words never doing justice to the impact they create.
A heart wound fills the room with:
the battered breath of the devastatingly broken gasping to find air
the anguished sobs of awakened truths
the weight of tragedy baring down on stunned shoulders
Read MoreMemories of trauma pierce effortlessly like the tip of a well sharpened weapon at the most tender wounds. They suck the breath right out of your lungs. Another memory comes quickly before you have the chance to catch it.
Without realizing it, you’re holding your breath as you relive what feels like yesterday, no matter how long it’s been.
Read MoreWhat does BECOMING look like? I think it looks like a birthing process. Indescribable pain that words can’t give full justice too. Unrelenting, savage experiences that build up the warrior in you. Relentless grit poured in layers that forms the foundation of who you’re BECOMING.
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