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.