all the little pieces

there are things that get left behind
little bits of those we once loved
and at first
at times
they sting
the reminders of
something that was
that is no longer a something

but in time
as we grow
it becomes just
pieces of us
taped up and
patched up
and sewn up

and there are the bits of those
who stuck beside
offered up words
and hope
and light
and fights
and pain
and laughter
and reconciliation

all the little pieces that come from
all the ones no longer here
all the ones still here
ourselves

all the little pieces

all the little pieces that make us
singular

we are plural
in our cores
no one of us exists
solely
alone

we are plural
in our singular selves

in all our little pieces

armour

when you look in the mirror
do you see armour
dented
and rusted
and worn?

and do you wonder
how
those white knights
on valiant horses
keep their armour
so clean?

but truthfully
I prefer the rust
and the dents

because I know then
that you’ve been tested
and won

you earned your armour
earned every dent
the shine has gone
but the Honor
remains
and grows

white knights are the foolish dream
of children
little girls who
know no better

I stand before you
woman
and tell you that
You
are the reward of patience

your armour,
my Knight,
had been tested
by battle
by doubt
and heartache
and tribulation

and you have
overcome

so take my hand
no fairytale princess I,
and let us go from here
knowing that the folly of children
is unfilfilling

and the rewards
of patience
of heartache
of growth
and birth
and life

have come to
Us,
at last.


2/4/2014