I am my Maker’s masterpiece,
My Maker’s pride and joy.
He made me as a present
For someone that He cares.

My owner unwrapped my package
Sealed with love and care,
And took me as his prized possession,
The object of his attention.

But the world is full of distractions
Enticing to the eyes.
Lured by the world’s attractions,
Pursued them all with passion.

Thrilled with his latest find,
In a dark and lonely corner,
My owner put me aside.
All alone and broken, I sat there with my pride.

For days and months I go unnoticed
Until dust had settled in.
Once I was a beauty, with carelessness and neglect,
Now shattered and in pieces.

One day may Maker came,
And saw me in the corner.
With full of love and pity,
He picked up all my pieces.

“What did you do with my masterpiece?” He asked.
“I told you to handle it with care!”
My owner just bowed in silence
Consumed with guilt and sorrow.

My master took me away
To put me back together.
With love and care and tenderness,
He glued me in with gold and silver.

Now I am whole again.
With scars of gold and silver,
My badge I wear with pride.
Once again I am His masterpiece,
Restored, whole, not broken.

He made me even stronger, more beautiful, more valuable than before.

I am my Maker’s masterpiece,
Valuable and priceless.
The one worthy to have me
Must have a heart to treasure me.

©Penchie Limbo

I’d like to run…
Away from the madding crowd
Where I feel trapped and alone
In a world full of people.

I’d like to escape, if only for a while,
From where I feel like a stranger
In a world that I used to belong,
That used to feel my home.

I’d like to go to a distant place
Where I could be alone,
Even for just a moment,
That even my thoughts could not find me.

I am a strong woman,
But I am exhausted.
I’m tired of fixing
Everything that is broken.

Giving everything to everyone
Until nothing is left for me.
I’m tired of giving love
But not getting love back in return.

I’m tired of being kind
To people who are ungrateful.
I am tired,
But I am not giving up.

I just need a place of respite
To heal my aching body,
Restore my soul,
Recharge my spirit.

Loving can be exhausting,
But loving is what keeps me going.
I’m going away from the madding crowd
To find myself from where I thought I’ve lost it.

©Penchie Limbo