Here I am
In the broken place.
Surrounded by fragments.
Promises echo from the walls
Of those who can reform Humpty Dumpty
The potter who makes all things new
The fixer, the great mysteries of Time.
They all sound hollow.
You are not in my brokenness.
You come from a place of wholeness
Safe in your still place.
What do you know of the tornado which has ripped me into shreds?
Look at me now.
Don't filter this through your tinted glasses.
This is my life.
This is my mess.
These are my pieces
Scattered, fragmented, distorted.
It's easy to say it will all be OK.
But look now.
Because here I am
In the broken place