Pieces of Me
He was fond of saying
“Love you to pieces”
which never bothered her
until she started to notice
s me
w re
mis ing.
The pieces
that knew her own mind,
held her own place,
felt her own worth.
The pieces
that housed her dreams,
stored her hopes,
carried her pride.
The pieces
that protected her affections,
commanded respect,
maintained her ipseity.
The pieces
that stood her ground,
argued her point,
refused to back down.
The pieces
that were strong,
independent,
resilient.
She could not recall
where she'd last seen them
when she had lost them,
how they'd been taken
or if, in her shame, she simply
gave
them
away.
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