Friday, August 26, 2011

Always a next adventure

I'm getting off this plane now,
an airplane of pride,

and I've got all my baggage with me, 
and I'm more broken than I was before
but this next adventure feels okay
and maybe I'm ready to fearlessly trust this time.

I guess maybe I'll always end up a little more broken,
on every next adventure,
but without the broken spots we wouldn't heal,
and that's the painful beauty of this paradoxical life. 

And I guess that's all I have to say about that.

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