Searching constantly
for lost bits of my identity
that are survived by only
a vague imprint in my memory;
picking up pieces of myself
the wrecking ball of life
has smashed into smithereens.
Finding myself only thankful
that You are close enough
to pick up the pieces
that I would leave behind;
deeming them
too insignificant to count
or too small to matter.
Possessing neither heart,
mind, soul, nor strength
to love You as You deserve...
I carry on only thankful
that You are close enough
to notice my small,
insignificant pieces.
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