Ten years ago, a bomb destroyed my life. Debbie died. I lived in a ruined soul, empty. There was only devastation, and I had no strength to heal myself.
Healing takes time.
Now there are some good days. But, an unguarded memory, a glimpse of someone who reminds me of my lost daughter, loosens the shrapnel I carry inside me. Fragments of the bomb. Every time, I get a new wound, a new scar.
My soul is covered in scars.
