Life, threw me on the floor.
It broke me into pieces.
I jumped back up.
I put myself together,
and continued on my way.
Like nothing had ever happened.
I collapsed in on myself.
Like a tunnel, dug in dry sand.
The pieces just wouldn't stick.
I tried the glue.
Once again I rose too fast
Once again I fell.
"I can't do this,""It's a mess."
"Why did I ever think I could."
I left my pieces in a sticky, messy heap.
I took my time, the glue began to dry.
The pieces started to stick.
Each time they stayed in place a little longer.
I still fell apart,
a little less each time.
With patience and kindness and love.
I am now resurrected.
The same, yet different.
No longer pretending I'm indestructible.
My scars, painted gold.
Beautiful inside and out,
*What began as testing out some glue for a workshop became a metaphor for life.