As it happened to be, it was me left with the task of cleaning up most of the mess.
Not because it was my fault but because I’m a strong person. Creative and resourceful.
I put a template in place and started to rebuild.
Some things were easy to put in this new frame of my life. Big chunks snapped together quickly.
It was the tiny slivers that cut my fingers and fought me until I could pound them into place.
It took a long time to envision what my new masterpiece would look like.
A piece here and a piece there, slowly my vision was becoming a reality.
I soldered when I could when I knew this was what it was meant to be.
I know that you’re not supposed solder until the end of the project, but I had too many loose shards to deal with.
The project is nearly complete. A few missing bits to fill in the holes will seal the deal.
So I stand here healing. Cut and bloody, I’m still holding your hand.
Ps… I see the sun sparkle and shine through the pieces. It’s my soul on display and it’s beautiful.
