Two shards of glass,
Now worthless and disgarded.
Coping with loss of what they once were
You and I.

How is it possible
That we might find each other
After years of mutual existence,
And mutual ignorance.

How is it possible,
That wholeness could still be achievable.
If only we opened our hearts and eyes
To one another.

You've always had a way with words
And the conclusion that I am the one that you like most,
Expelled from you like a confession,
And I hope it's true.

In my life, I've known thousands of people
But none with which I could share these things
The depths of my soul
you listen and don't judge.

Today I was struck by a thought
We are title less, Fragile,
and you, broken more recently than I,
Could not possibly be searching for wholeness yet

But I wish you would,
Because your shards connect to mine
Your brokenness heals me,
And mine could you

If you can love the wrong one
so much,
just imagine how much
you could love the right one.

I picked flowers when you left
because
when a part of me died
I wanted to replace it with something alive

Standing in light
Cast by day
Tiptoe through shadows
Which connect anyway.
The sun is so bright
It corrodes away;
And I'm healed by night,
Cool layers of gray

These scars aren’t pretty,
but they’re a part of me that will never ever fade away.
These marks tell a story of me down in the valley when I’m hopeless,
and how you reached in with your grace and healed me.
They remind me of your faithfulness and all you brought me through.
These scars teach me that my brokenness is something you can use.
They show me where I’ve been and i’m not there any more.
That’s what scars are for.