One of them was abandoned. Two of
them are heart broken. One is in a messy place. One has fallen off the face of
the world.
Yet abandonment can prove to show
necessary change. Broken hearts can be mended. Messes can be organized. And the
gone can be brought back.
Eventually we have to own up to the
simplest of facts, we’re all carrying around our chipped shoulders or broken
facades, our tattered souls. We can’t go on and on with a porcelain doll’s face
replacing our own. Eventually the cracks will begin to grow and the fake’ll
give way to the real. The tired. The worn.
We’re not made to live falsely, you
know, contrary to which we’ve been made to be. It’s unsustainable, though it
may be fun for a bit, it cannot last.
Sooner or later the end will come
and the free air breathed in, because the mask is shattered. Sooner or later we’ll
discovery that being who we’re made to be is much better than being who we’re
wanted to be.
So to the abandoned; are you ever
really alone? To the heart broken: is there not one to mend the brokenness? To
the messy: isn’t what matters most already taken care of? To the one who’s
disappeared: for how long can you be gone and not be you?