I have lost pieces
once easy
searched for pieces
then trying
now effortless.
I've come to accept that
growing comes with
repetition,
but I didn't know
it meant forgetting
to then
rediscover.
There is nothing to fear,
not anymore;
there is God by my side
and if I fall then
it is by Him.
He knows my heart in all its darkness,
shamed as I am.
I have grown too tough
and too gentle,
too rough and too sentimental,
too harsh and too weak,
all at the same time.
There is a time for each.
It's time to lay down the extras,
and pick up the forgotten.