What echos forward

I have been trying to write for over an hour. For me, that’s a long time. Usually 10-15 minutes and an idea or seed forms.

All I can think about is something I already wrote. Just this mantra, over and over

“This is a broken world.
But You are not broken.”

I may be broke. I may be damaged. But this world has not broken me.

I find this repeating in my head often lately. I find it’s more true today than when I wrote it. It’s like past me was reaching out to future me with a truth that I needed.

This IS a broken world
But I am NOT broken