In pain we are one
that which cannot heal
full and complete
cracked not broken
pottery beautiful when the pieces
come together through
sweat and toil
the raw heart hurts
when touched
beating reminding
each of us we are still alive
in pain we are one
rise
soar
know that each time
we take flight
the ground will never be the same
upon our return
let us love our cracks
“that whatever is given
can always be reimagined”
in pain we are one
Unspoken Politics 
Andrew,
Thanks for this poem. I’d love to talk with you about it at some point.
Love,
Mom
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