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Pieces of Me

Pieces of Me

The pieces of me are not all pretty or neat;
some are complicated, some soft, some joyous;
others are simple, some rough, others brooding;

There are pieces that were handled with care,
treasured and held dear by someone;
Others roughed up and frayed,
weathering the storm as best they could,
a little worse for the wear;

There are pieces that fit easily,
and find their home and security;
Others remain alone, abandoned,
waiting for a place to rest;

The pieces of me are not all pretty or neat,
take them or leave them, but they are me;
Complicated and unruly, but all part of the whole,
The pieces of me are as yet to be complete.

Untitled . . .

Show me a better way,
and find deeper meaning.
Doubt claims my mind,
and lost in the fear.

Turns come sharp,
storms to endure,
finding the strength,
the need to fight,
come out on the other side,
better than I was before.

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