I’m been missing a bit of self grace.
But mending a broken heart is a dark and lonely place.
My flaws were hung out to where only my spirit could wear them.
The broken me doesn’t fit who I am now, but I still have to heal him.

I spent a year drilling nothing but negativity into myself.
I cried more tears than all the water I could possibly consume.
God whispered to me that I would possess the strength and here I am having barely made it through.
Grief is a bottomless pit housing a tape worm and the pity I spewed was all the food.   

What is a broken man to do?