A million tiny fragments
Once a beautiful work of art
Built over time with patience and love
And thrown against a stone floor
Held in shaking hands
Cutting the tender skin
The shedding blood the glue
To hold it back together again
Nothing can be the same
And nothing can be undone
Broken can be remade
Pieces will be missing and nothing the same
Can you steady these hands?
Clean off the blood
Take what has been remade
And love it as the original?
Sorry is the word that collects the pieces
Patience is needed as the skin is cut
Time is taken to rebuild what is broken
Love is what forgives in the end
~EJ
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