Once a rather sad and spiteful man said that I
was damaged goods.
This was said as to be the ultimate nasty jab, not just meant for me, but aimed also at my family.
At the time, it was easily brushed off. ‘Sticks and stones, wee man , sticks and stones…
Insult my family and we will gather strong!’
But this is not always the case.
Over time a poison dart can start to burn a little
is this a stabbing fester who’s infections will grow
or perhaps upon closer inspection,
reflection
affection
can begin to heal.
Families I suppose are often damaged goods.
people brought together by circumstances,
who grow sometimes all together differently,
who’s impressions of life don’t always sound the same
feel the same
look
the same
who’s ‘through thick and thin’ can sometimes feel
very,
very thin ..
Even very close ties can sometimes become strained
taken for granted
pulled too tight
balled up in knots
Miscommunication, perceived notions, slights and unfamiliar stories
too busy, too far apart, too shut down
You don’t understand!
You don’t remember!
YOU
DON’T
KNOW!
possibly there is a gift hiding in those damaged goods
a healing time
to be more open
to not feel bound to one another
to not feel the weight
of the unforgiven
to choose
to be
or not to be
it always rests with you
and in you
and in
us
to choose
to open ourselves up
to kindness
towards each other
to not accept
a hurtful noise
a mean
spirit
a guarded heart
to instead come from
a place
of Love
to be kind
to be kind
to just be kind.
every day it is in us
to choose
and you choose .. ♥