A person in need of healing stands on the face of a broken clock knowing it is past time to heal, waiting is no longer an option.
The pocket watch is an old tarnished thing I’ve had for years but I keep it around because even time hasn’t erased the symbolism. I no longer put in fresh batteries so it is frozen at exactly 10:30PM and 42 seconds. Although the arms have stopped moving and the watch mechanics have seized in place my pace towards healing has neither slowed nor come to a hault.
Austin
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