People in Pieces
“I’m a clown I’m a prophet I’m a porn star I’m a saint”
Someone said that to me the other day and it got me thinking.
“We are all mosaics…but some of us refuse to acknowledge it.”
And I explained myself:
We are at once a million pieces…
Some shards of broken dreams that we still carry with us,
sharp reminders of lessons learned.
Some smooth rounded stones of our earthy natural selves.
Still others tiles,
things we are proud of,
that we’ve put work into
that we hope people will see and appreciate
Later, I pondered:
I love me.
And all my pieces.
The smooth worn stones of genetics and basic disposition
that were my guide even before I could speak.
The tiles of accomplishment and life experience
That fill my soul with joy in their remembering.
And even the the sharp shards of life’s hard fought lessons…
the price of wisdom.
they remind me that indeed I am wise.
I am at peace in pieces.