they don’t even notice I’m a mess
the truth is,
I’m not even sure how I’m able to function,
because it feels like I’ve been splintered into a million little pieces
and today, like most days,
I’m just clumsy patchwork,
exhaustedly strung together with recycled red string,
fate stitched to the soles of my tired feet,
and they’re all scavengers,
viscously peck-pecking away at my seams,
wanting more, more,
more
-image via Pinterest, original via google images
Heart Breathings 
maybe clumsy patchwork, but put together by beautiful hands, the ones that nurture and love others even when she is not fully herself, the woman in me reads this and understands the sewed together feeling
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Thank you so much, Gina. I’m sure that feeling is probably more common than it appears on the outside! Love to you. 💜
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yes it probably is. hugs back and have a good end of week Angela
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You too!
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Beautifully moving Angela.
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Thank you so much, Holly. 💜
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♥️
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Oh, Sister of Mine – this hits deep and true. Love it.
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Thank you so much, Rita! 💜
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My pleasure!
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Angela, all of your work lately is resonating at the core of my heart. So Beautiful!
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I’m so happy it is, Susan. It’s a powerful thing to feel not so alone. Thank you for that. Love to you!
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Beautiful beautiful little patchwork
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Thanks, Drew
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