I fell
hard,
piece by
piece I
crumbled.
Life slowly
fell into place.

Life
grew into
me.

Like a flower,
I bloomed.

I became
a ****,
I live off living.

I leave
pieces of me
everywhere
I go.

Life moves
because I move,
it thinks because
I think.
Reality is possible
because I hold it inside
of my experiences.

I live
and life thrives
because I do.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton