Pieces of me won’t let go of yesterday
But the whole of me took breath today.
I ran into tomorrow and it stood still.
For my will took flight from fear.
I allowed pain to run from me
and distance myself from moods.
Yet, pieces of me always left
undeniable clues of justifiable
I loved someone yesterday, and pieces
of me loved them today. Then a shell
of what I thought could be, shattered to
I am penetrated from all the pieces, amplified
to a journey of undeniable growth. I learned
that even a piece of me can manipulate the whole
of me and now my pieces are my peace.