The pieces keep appearing
Out of thin air, like magic
One moment, one choice
Decisions made, words sealed
Declarations of love made
Friendship against all odds
Is this what living is?
Fires kindling a passionate joy
Then clouds pouring sleet
Ruining the flickering flames
The greater the joy and love
The harder the sorrow and pain
The pieces keep appearing
Out of thin air, like magic
One moment, one choice
Grab them and use them
Enduring the good and the bad
Or turn and walk away
Leaving them to search
For another loving heart
To make their pieces whole
For a few blissful seasons
Just to be torn apart again
When those pieces feel old?
The choice, the decisions- how much they dictate our life… I hope life could have had a definite course without the repercussions of such choices…
So many rabbit holes to explore
I assume I should take this one to heart. Always insightful, you are.
I love you…your heart is my heart.
So lovely.. ((Funny, I have a piece, unpublished, waitiing for my final touches, sitting in my posts titles, ‘Pieces of Me’ …)) Maybe I should re-name it ..?
I love everything you write Miss Hasty. Somethings hit me nore than others, of course. Right now, I’m sitting here, thinking of the very first piece I ever read of yours. I remember typing my very first comment to you.. do you remember? I wish I remembered the title of it, but I’m sure if I saw it, I would know. I am so glad I found you. So glad..
XO
You really have so much talent. I love your work. I still want to write with you, if you are still interested. my email is deanaburson@yahoo.com.
I do want to write with you….give me a day and I will email you
Sounds great!
Lovely…
The greater the joy and love
The harder the sorrow and pain
Beautifully said and so true!