Being feeling broken

Being broken isn’t the end of me… I may shake and puke when faced with the enemy but being broken isn’t the end of me…

I may break down and forget to breathe…

It will take time to patch myself back to life but being scattered around won’t be the end of me… One day I will gather my scattered pieces and stitch myself back together…One day I will raise my head and walk as worthy beings do. Yes, there will be a day when I will breathe again that day feeling broken won’t feel like a death sentence.

Published by Muni_Mar

Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi😊

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