Broken Sunday Malaise

I’m sitting in a place
Where I last was learning
That I could be lovable.
It’s not the same place;
The people are different,
And the feeling’s just a pale shadow-shimmer.
Do I miss the people,
Or that feeling that maybe I belonged?
The people are gone.
If it’s the people, I’m done.
But what if it’s the feeling?
And what if the feeling could be magnified?
Could I belong for the first time?
And if I belonged,
But acted broken, expressed broken, lived broken,
Would I, could I still belong?
Or is belonging forever lost
In the brokenness already healed
While the healing manifestation is not yet come?

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