Like a Broken Truck

Today I pledge to be broken. It’s the fastest way I can be fixed. The journey isn’t about glam and glitz, power or prestige, but about the constant servicing of a small, earthen ship. Others may think differently. For me, I realize I need healing. I want this. I want to be held. I want to discover life moving as it does when my heart-motor moves in a well-oiled way.