Pieces of me

There are pieces of me that go missing in the hurried pace of my days. I am constantly tilting at windmills, trying to fix and mend and lift up. I use up my stores until I am empty and weary. There comes a moment when I can see beyond myself at the scattered parts of my heart. I make myself stop and go gathering them up, like pieces of treasure along the shore. Between the waves and the sand, between the have to’s and must’s lie the pieces of me that I seek.
Take care of all of the pieces of you. 

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One thought on “Pieces of me”

  1. I love all the pieces of you Elizabeth! Even the ones I have not yet seen, and the private pieces that are yours alone! The secret deepest parts of you that even I will never know! I love them all because they are part of you! I am glad that I am a piece of you and that you are a piece of me!



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