Written on June 28th, 2009
I am a bruised person. I have been bent, twisted, uprooted, and pushed to my limit. However, whether due to my youth or my faith in God (most probably both), I have not yet been broken. At tims, I have felt like my soul shattered. Yet when I take a step back, I realize that I am not to that point. Yes, my heart is so heavy with unshed tears that it spills over into physical agony. Yes, I am grieving and my sobs shake my body. But I am not beyond healng. I am resiliant. I am strong. I am merely bruised not broken.