Pieces of growth – Short poems

Little pieces of hope become my home.
Inside; I treasure every bit, for in the times that have me so scattered…
I know that there is a piece of peace waiting for me.


I burned myself tonight, I  gave into the flames and burned everything I thought I knew about myself.
The next morning I awakened from the ashes and chose to build a new me from the burnt ash.


From pieces to ashes, a rebirth of myself to create a new sense of calm and Inner peace.
I once again could hear the birds sing with the trees.
I finally could dance along to those very tunes.

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