Behind me is a trail of

Broken bits, losses, 

Times I tried, didn't try,

Failed, fell, crawled, got

Up, grew, gave and gave,

Turned away great gifts,

Blind to reality, living my

Version of fantasy, I

Loved with my all, 

Several times, maybe

Selfishly or not well

Enough, too much,

Along the way I learned

That no matter how

Often a heart breaks,

Or what you lose, you

Can be whole again 

Once you are ready to

Allow it, so here I

Stand, heart filled with

Good parts, full, fit,

Strong and I am ready

To take a my first step.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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