01/08/2025
Where the Light Gets In
Some days I feel whole,
as if the pieces of me fit together without question,
smooth edges, steady breath,
a quiet sense of belonging within myself.
Other days,
I am a mosaic of what once broke me,
shards of memory,
fractures that still ache when touched.
But maybe that’s the point.
Maybe it was never about erasing the cracks,
never about pretending the wounds
were never carved into my skin or spirit.
Maybe it’s about honoring the way
the light still finds its way through,
how it threads its golden fingers
into the broken places,
turning scars into stained glass,
and pain into proof
that I have survived.
For even in the fragments,
there is beauty.
Even in the breaking,
there is transformation.
~ 'Where the Light Gets In' by Spirit of a Hippie
✍️ Mary Anne Byrne
~ Art by Lucy Campbell
