Pieces & Parts

my life in pieces
my life in parts

please take my hand
and hold my heart

dry the tears from my eyes
for not another day do I wish to cry

though truth be told
my eyes behold
the tears a witness
to my Soul’s healing whispers

a cleansing, a clearing
of the tattered weeds, beautifully placed
of the murky waters, bitter to taste

my heart has known pain
and it surely will again
the tears will flow
as the healing begins … again

I stand tall on my bruised knees
battered, beaten; for the world to see
I stand tall on my own two feet
beautiful, raw; from you to me

only love it is I hope you see
and from that place, you are free

the truth is in the heart
to heal the pieces and integrate the parts