“Broken,” they said.
Hopeless.
Useless.
Worthless.
She stared at the million bits of herself, scattered across the floor.
For years, she had tried to pick up the pieces,
only to be cut more deeply with each attempt.
With little hope left, she sat in her rubble.
She bathed in her tears.
She lay in the ruins of her soul and drifted to sleep.
She awoke with swollen eyes and a heavy heart.
She had all, but given up, when a tiny sparkle caught her eye.
She felt a flutter in her stomach.
A glimmer of hope.
She peered down at the pieces surrounding her.
They were not hopeless, useless or worthless.
They were all pieces of her.
With some patience, determination and a lot of love,
she fused each piece together, one by one.
And as she put the last piece in place,
An overwhelming sense of belonging pulsed through her body.
She had not simply put her pieces back together.
She had created a new version of herself.
Held together by self-love.
