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Jan 2018
There’s a puzzle on the floor with pieces old and worn
If you force them
You break them
Gently so they barely know
It’s the only way to keep the hold
Under the floor the webs still lie
And hold the things that we’ll deny
And stay there until we find the time
To clear away the mess
And though it takes some time
To make sure every corners clear
Spending time below is the only way to cleanse the fear
And the dust and ghosts we have pushed down there for all these years

Then you can climb out and feel the peace in the pieces
The picture is clear through the tattered edges and center creases
Because you can pull back and see the wider view
And realize the pieces are what make you
Written by
Marie  34/F/Ohio
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