May 4, 2026Poem
Sometimes
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Sometimes
There is room
To fit all the pieces
Loosely together
My changeability
Is as uncertain
As the weather
I have placed you
Forever
In my heart
You are my lifeblood
Through you
I remain whole
Even as I splinter.
Thank goodness
For string theory
And forget me knots
They bring me back
Together
Hold me steady
In the strongest
Of winds
I sway
Sharp edges ground away
Jagged corners
Smoothed by the passage
Of time
In slow progress,
Healing touch
And remembrance
Of heart songs