Broken bodies
Broken glass
Broken hearts
So many pieces to pick up
Although they may not be my own
They clearly lay in front of me
Scattered across the landscape
Of my city
Of my state
Of my country
Yet, love has not disappeared
It continues to weave
In and out of even the darkest days
Mingling with the broken pieces
Mending hearts
Mending lives
Mending souls
Offering flickers of hope
Amid feelings of despair
Showing us how to begin
Picking up the pieces
Oh, we, the drowned
We, the broken
We are in pieces
Still searching for peace…………
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Yes!
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You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
Carrie Jones, Entice
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Wise words. ❤️
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I appreciate your words of hope during this difficult time.
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Thank you, Ali. 😌
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