I hate when they say they broke a horse, as if it is something to brag about.
Breaking anything is nothing to be proud of.
I have had my share of broken hearts and I have worked out all of them.
I got over them and laugh at it.
I have just realized that I have been hiding from life...
I thought my spirit was wounded but could ride it out.
Turns out..my spirit is broken.
I have not been healing or mending.
I have been hiding and dying.
I have been broken for a long time and hiding it very well from myself.
Now I know...
I see me and my brokenness
what do I do
to fix me?
Can the Blonde be fixed?
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