I was a glass thrown
Shattered into shards, too many for me to find
My soul spilt out dripping down
My Being, like Humpty Dumpty, in so many pieces it seemed I’d never be put back together again
But Father Time gathered me back with his dust pan and brush
Every day he puts a part of me back in place
The broken edges aren’t smooth as they once were
Mother Love has begun to pour my soul back in
Filling me up slowly
I look a little different
But I am still me
Coloradopoet 
I hope everything is okay.
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Thank you, Gigi, getting a bit better. Hope all is well with you… sending good wishes your way:)
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I’m glad to hear you are still you. But you sound to have had a bad time ❤️
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Thank you, appreciate your kind words ❤️Yes, it’s been the hardest time of my life. Trying to get my bearings.
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I am so sorry. I recognised that and can empathise ❤️
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