Shattered

Rediscovering myself after a long time away from me and my center...

 

Shattered, scattered torn and tattered

on the mend, done with men?  on a bend-

er

and I am slowly coming to a standstil

peaceful reality- reconnecting with me

learning who it is I am

who it is I need

 

I seem to be fragmented but not broken

a little worn- some words still unspoken

I have learned to radiate good things

and what I need

comes to me

in pieces

it comes to me

in pieces

 

Good advice here, a kind heart there

great arms and strong shoulders

willing to lift and help

a great smile that makes me melt

pieces of who I need

pieces of who I want to be

 

Like slowly wading in the ocean

one inch at a time- adjust to the water

turn sideways into the white caps

sidestep the valleys in the sand

letting myself be swayed this way and that

a little thrilling but still in control

cover my breasts from the cold

only submerging them quickly at the very last

possible second

 

I seem to be fragmented but not broken

a little worn- some words still unspoken

I have learned to radiate good things

and what I need

comes to me

in pieces

it comes to me

in pieces

 

The first time since I can recollect

I am not pushing to expect

I am being and being and accepting it

as enough

I cannot ask for more

I cannot be more

I cannot live for the next thing

Or what might be

fragments- pieces?

shattered? perhaps...

Or just a collection of treasures

pieces of my soul

that will find its place in due time?

whichever it is, it is all mine...