Pulling the Puzzle Together

As a child she was the family hider,

The peacemaker and pleaser.

She felt everything that everyone else denied.

And it hurt,

she cried, and was belittled for crying.

Many years later,

The family began to call

At first for money,

For an ear.

And again and again,

Asking eventually for someone

To pick up broken pieces,

Older than she.

For nine other people

Or they would burn

Within the fire of their own chaos.

The spark of life and love

Gives her the grace and persistence

to carry all the glitz of each treasure

That so many refuse to see.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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