There are many pieces of me that no longer fit perfectly together. Some of my edges are jagged and sharp. Some of them are soft and flexible. I have had my heart broken. I have had my heart crushed and stomped into powder. I have fallen apart; then healed and mended. Only to be trampled on again and shattered.
There have been many lessons I have learned. How to trust. How not to trust. How to give forgiveness when it is neither wanted nor deserved. How to forge my own path through the thickets. How nice it is to walk on a path that has already been paved.
I have learned that life is never simple nor easy, even when it seems to be simple and easy. I have learned about Mountains and Valleys. That a person is made up of many facets and depending on what light they standing in – is the facet you see.
I understand that few people will ever truly know me and even less will fully accept me for who I really am. I have learned to be the friend I want, and to accept that few people can return and be that friend back. I have learned to give without expectation, even though part of me will still wait in anticipation of things that might never come.
I am full of pain. I am filled with love. I am broken yet whole.