Dented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
It goes past superficial.
Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
I need to do the work.
At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.
03/25/2024 j.g.l.
