Today I picked up one of the pieces. It was a small one, but still a piece. I clung to it for awhile, and wandered around mentally with it all day.
Finally, at the end of the day I placed it back it its original place. You can still see the edges from where it shattered and broke away, but it’s back.
Slowly I will pick up the pieces of my shattered life. Some I will cling to longer, others will be avoided until it’s the only thing left.
Slowly my heart will be beautiful again, just in a different way. In the way a stitched quilt is beautiful. Pieces will be different colors, some older, mismatching, and just plain different. But they all come together in the end to make something beautiful.
It doesn’t negate that they were all just pieces at one time, it just shows what you can do with those pieces once again.