#70 Honour - Finding Honour in a Broken Soul

There are no whole beings any more

No creatures who are fully intact

Some beings give away part of themselves to others

Entrusting them, even though the other may not be aware

A beautiful sign of how much they can care

Each reducing themselves to become more together

They are not broken by such actions

They are all together more wonderful by doing so

But others find that same act harder

Because it's possible to lose yourself without giving it away

It's possible to not know where part of a being has gone

Just that that part absent. Not here.

Somewhere far away yet oh so close.

Paralysed bodies preventing restoration of a piece within arm's reach

And then others talk of honour

Of how good it is to be whole

And they mean not to be vicious or callous, but there's no honour in a broken soul

They just don't understand. And have never had reason to.

Yet they might be hiding an absence themselves

It does not do to assume you alone are broken

For the beauty is not in keeping yourself whole for eternity

Yet nor is there romance in being a broken being

Life is for searching. For adding, subtracting, swapping and dividing.

Maybe growing a little bolder. Filling a couple gaps more than you create.

Not embracing the brokenness, but perhaps becoming a little more accepting of it

For you are your edges, curves and cracks all together

And then maybe, someday.

You can share some of your broken self with another. And they'll share their broken self back with you.