We are, after all, each one of us,
no more than grains of shifting sand
moving in time with the rhythm of the waves.
Drifting out to sea then back to solid ground.
Basking in the scorching sun, blown by gusty winds.
ever changing, living each moment once.
We are, after all, each one of us,
no more than broken pieces
brightly colored, shiny pieces
that sometimes catch the light and glisten.
Seeking the glue to be assembled whole again.
To be bound together with love,
acceptance, worthiness and truth.
We are, after all, each one of us,
no more than a heavy, well travelled worn-out bag.
Ready to be laid down and unpacked
layer by layer.
Peeling away haunting old fears, disappointments
self-destructive thoughts, fragility,
daunting challenges.
We are, after all, each one of us,
no more than an empty vessel waiting to be filled
to the brim and overflowing.
An ever-flowing fountain of strength, healing,
the will to endure, ties that bind,
and love strong enough to outlast all.
©2017 Valerie Tyalin Hutchinson-Morgan
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