This hollow feeling, the knowledge that    you exist amidst your insecurities. Cover    up only to coward out, and never shutting    up only to never speak aloud. Have you    dried up entirely? The walls of a church    don’t make it holy. It’s what’s authentic    that completes the sum of its parts. Don’t    excuse yourself from today on the pre-    tense of your past. You’re hurt. You’re bro-    ken. That’s alright. This might be what it    takes to wake you up. Are you at your wits    end yet? Security isn’t glitzy or glamor-    ous, concrete or cohesive. Therein lies the    truth. Lift your head up high. It’s what we    know we aren’t, that makes us who we are.    You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright.    That makes us who we are.