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
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