I find pieces
Among the ashes that were left
Too small to truly tell
But I knew it’s where I sat
Gathering stories
Making believe
That I could escape
That I would leave
I find pieces familiar, yet strange
For I have wandered far
And with time
I grew to love change
I learned that without those pieces
I’m still whole
Shedding them off had failed
To make me feel small
The earth gives me power
And I, like you, little flower
Have learned to push the concrete aside
Have learned that I no longer need to hide
And I came to know my true power
Stranger Paths 