To The Broken Ones

Yeah, you know who you are. You are the health worker, the disaster logistician. You’re the person holding down the sick kid and the one that knows there are too many more to come. You are the doctor whose funding was cut but couldn’t leave.

You are the busy one, the one with so many things to do.

The one working with your whole world dumped on a table, surrounded by people trying to forget.

The one with the eyes full of haunting images.

The one with the charming smile trying to hide the fact that you saw the other side.

The broken one…

With every crack revealing a soul incapable of accepting a shadow of itself.

The courageous one who knows courage alone will never fix a thing.

You are as broken as the world around you… a masterpiece of hope and horror, tragedy and beauty.

You are the tortured one who wouldn’t have it any other way.

The one who sleeps alone too often because you chose a deeper connection and accepted the loneliness that came with it.

You chose the grand adventure and home became a moving target… it’s a place today and a face tomorrow. It’s a glimpse and a hint; it’s perfection, if only realized for a moment.

You are the warrior, flying through the dust and the din… racing to find a moment of silence for your soul.

You are fierce and you are fragile, you are broken and brave, you are forever lost yet never yearning to be found.

If this were a toast, I would raise a glass and look you in the eye and I would say “To home… May you catch a glimpse every day and never settle.”

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