Things keep breaking inside my house
and I seem to spend every spare moment fixing them.
I seek comfort in a warm cup,
my bed, and the gentle rhythm
of two needles going clickety clack.
Slowly nothing becomes substance
until eventually a blanket appears.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
To be healed is having an awareness that you were never broken
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