Day 14


Originally the cross was a crucifix my Dad bought me.  It was on a rubbish chain so i put it on my own.  It’s usually around my neck but i do take it off occasionally.  When i catch sight of it I smile.    I woke up one morning and Jesus had fallen from the cross.  I never did find him.  Maybe one day when I least expect it i’ll find him.  It reminds me of myself.  It’s flawed, many would call it broken.  To me, its perfect in its imperfect form.  So me.  Goodnight

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