Sewing the pieces
of my heart back together,
with surgical precision,
a delicate endeavour.
Sensing the guidance
of spirits and elders;
a work of love,
for sons and daughters.
Each piece a moment
frozen in time.
Memories of childhood,
my sisters hands in mine.
Joy of birth.
Fast forward. Rewind.
Holding my mothers hand
as she died.
Some pieces feel torn
beyond repair;
conflicting fragments
of joy and despair.
Too precious to discard
too painful to hold near,
in dire need of
tender loving care.
Unpicking stitches
that no longer serve,
that held defences
that no longer work.
Patches protecting
a lifetime of hurt;
Safe to let go now,
truth is preserved.
A patchwork of pieces,
soft threads of emotion,
messy, heartfelt process,
tears of reflection.
Each treasured memory
stitched with devotion,
to honour the past
in all its imperfection.
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To The Core 