I'm broken into jagged little pieces and spread out from there to here. I spent/spend my life attempting to put these pieces where they belong-- to form the whole of me.
Find what works and work from there.
I understand it helps to have a plan. I lay it all out in front of me, to see every part... (no denial of any). Create some common order, then focus on an area.
With extensive time analyzing, I become impatient. In my sudden haste, I'm misled by masquerading mistakes that cause me to slightly damage resistant pieces as I stubbornly force together what looks right but was not meant to be.
I get frustrated from these set backs, but I learn from them. The scarred pieces remind me of what doesn't work.
I have gotten it right a few times. Some of them have found their place, fitting together with ease revealing a portion of what is me. Others remain alone yet hopeful, anxiously waiting for me to figure out their place.
And I always pray that none have been lost while waiting-- wandering off leaving me forever with holes.
Will the pieces of my life all come together for me in harmony?
Will I ever be an unfractured being and know the whole of who I am, my truth?
"...The truth comes to me. The truth loves me..."
from ~Sylvia~
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