Today is different….

As I stare at the broken pieces of my life,

I contemplate how best to put it back together.

Tempted to turn away and leave the jumble of pieces on the floor for another day,

As I have done so many times before.

Today is different.

I sit in front of the pile of shards,

Handling each one gently.

A few of them still have sharp edges and cut my fingers,

The sudden pain makes me drop them,

Tears welling in my eyes.

I go to get up and leave,

But something stops me.

Today is different.

As I look at the broken pieces in front of me,

I sigh.

Where do I start,

It seems too hard.

I suddenly have an idea,

And reach for my glue.

Gently rummaging through the mess that is my life,

I find the first two pieces that include the foundation, strong and whole.

They fit together perfectly.

I glue them together and place them aside,

They need time to dry and get strong.

I get up to leave,

A smile on my face.

I look at the remaining pieces on the floor and say,

“It is okay, I will be back when the first two are strong enough to hold more”.

I gaze lovingly at the pieces that had been repaired,

The intricate patterns and beauty that was my life already showing.

Today is different.

As I turn to walk away,

I know I can be repaired.

It will just take time and patience,

A masterpiece can’t be rushed,

It is created with tender loving care.

If the broken pieces of my life were all glued at once,

It would not hold.

Maybe for a short time, but the slightest knock would see it shatter.

Piece by piece,

Slowly,

Allowing each fragment to strengthen and meld with the others.

When the final piece is glued,

The beauty of my life will finally be revealed,

In all its glory.

The scars will still be visible,

They will give it character,

And finally it will be strong enough,

To weather the storms of life.

Today is different.

My journey to restoration,

Has begun.

© Emma Pay – https://emmapay.org 2019

As I stare at the broken pieces of my life,

I contemplate how best to put it back together.

Tempted to turn away and leave the jumble of pieces on the floor for another day,

As I have done so many times before.

Today is different.

I sit in front of the pile of shards,

Handling each one gently.

A few of them still have sharp edges and cut my fingers,

The sudden pain makes me drop them,

Tears welling in my eyes.

I go to get up and leave,

But something stops me.

Today is different.

As I look at the broken pieces in front of me,

I sigh.

Where do I start,

It seems too hard.

I suddenly have an idea,

And reach for my glue.

Gently rummaging through the mess that is my life,

I find the first two pieces that include the foundation, strong and whole.

They fit together perfectly.

I glue them together and place them aside,

They need time to dry and get strong.

I get up to leave,

A smile on my face.

I look at the remaining pieces on the floor and say,

“It is okay, I will be back when the first two are strong enough to hold more”.

I gaze lovingly at the pieces that had been repaired,

The intricate patterns and beauty that was my life already showing.

Today is different.

As I turn to walk away,

I know I can be repaired.

It will just take time and patience,

A masterpiece can’t be rushed,

It is created with tender loving care.

If the broken pieces of my life were all glued at once,

It would not hold.

Maybe for a short time, but the slightest knock would see it shatter.

Piece by piece,

Slowly,

Allowing each fragment to strengthen and meld with the others.

When the final piece is glued,

The beauty of my life will finally be revealed,

In all its glory.

The scars will still be visible,

They will give it character,

And finally it will be strong enough,

To weather the storms of life.

Today is different.

My journey to restoration,

Has begun.

© Emma Pay – https://emmapay.org 2019

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