Calling my spirit...

Who fixes broken people? Is it only other broken people, ones who've already been ruined? And do we need to be fixed? It was the messiness and hurt in our pasts that drove us, and that same hurt connected us at a subnormal level, the kind of scars written so deeply in your cells that you can't even see them anymore, only recognise them in someone else. And it is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. But that's where the real work then begins. Because the fulfilment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams. Towards our destiny.