It was falling apart-
Is falling apart
Becoming a “forgotten beauty”
Memories once filled with confusion and epiphanies
With neglected misgivings and forgivings
It’s purpose being fulfilled
I’m being fulfilled because of it
Following suit
Dismissing from my mind past mistakes
And with them, their closely followed retakes
Free of my mind and self
Placing my old thoughts and cognition on a shelf
For everyone to see…
But without anyone to need
No longer prone to perfection
But content with just correction
The growth in my brokenness
Mending the cracks of the surface
Within my very soul-
Oh, what it means to be whole
That was wonderful, Willards. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. Keep up the the good work!
I really liked that!!! It got me thinking! Good Stuff.
Love, Grandma
Well, done, Willamena. There is a rich vein of gooey goodness in the depths of that boy being. It’s nice to see a bit of it exposed. More, please.