Pretty Pieces

by lynnkennison

We are fragments of our days before

pieces of ourselves, surviving

pushing onward

Memories living on

in our hearts and souls

Keeping us who we are

without letting go

because our pretty pieces don’t rust

they don’t fade, or runaway

They lay with us

speak in soft whispers

Flickers of light

Internal flames

Reminding us

life doesn’t stop

not when things get rough

and the hands don’t slow for the good ones either

but reach out

sweeping memories into the archives of our hearts

The hands of time

never pausing, never gathering dust

or getting lost in the confines of the dark

We are who we are

pieces and all

on top of the world

learning how to fall