This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.

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Mending all the broken pieces doesn’t have to be
done in a quiet, lonely place
where shame shouts or
hurt lingers

but it usually is.

We don’t have to withdraw from relationships
create caverns of untouchable space or build
our walls higher, thicker, out of cement

but we usually do.

When light finally finds a way inside we
don’t have to be afraid of not being able to see

but we always are.

When the damage done by the demons we
race against is finally piled high and left alone
– can we ask the people we hurt along the way
to start over?