My Brokenness

And so I lie on the floor In all my brokenness pieces of me rolling ... tumbling away from my soul as far as the four corners allow Battling to let them lie in all their disjointedness in all their disconnection Needing to see a complete picture desperate to piece the puzzle back together again But filled with fear, yet also the awareness that in so doing ... the picture emerging will not be as whole, will not be as beautiful, or its colours as vibrant As only time ... As only the natural circle of my life ... Can create!