The drive to seek greater clarity
has jumbled the pieces even more.
Like the feeling that the broken world was
more complete, than the full picture I have now.
The simpler things become, the smaller and more inconsequential I feel.
That yearning to be right on the edge of calamity
has more room to grow.
Being broken allows me to keep good inventory -
know where all the pieces are.
It's hard to be a puzzle
when the lines that make the shapes - are no more.
(North Wales, PA)
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Author:
TrystanBehm (
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Great write
Thanks Tony! Just getting started on here, so really appreciate the comments.
Love this....
"Being broken allows me to keep good inventory - know where all the pieces are."
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