Falling Apart

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Sometimes you have to let yourself fall apart.

Let your soul crack open and fall all over the place.

Let it be.

Don’t try to fix it all.

Don’t try to put yourself back together right away.

Just be cracked apart.

Open like broken skin.

Feelings pulsating like a racing heartbeat.

Exhausted and lost with no idea where you even want to try to step.

Not even sure if you’re ready to move forward with anything at all.

Just be broken and completely fallen apart.

Then little by little, you’ll find all the pieces that you want to keep and put them back together.

You’ll reach out for your missing parts and collect them all, deciding what’s no longer for you, and what is still for you.

And in the slowest, most delicate way, you will piece yourself back together again.

You will be whole.

Not the same as you were.

A better version, without the parts that were holding you down, and holding you back.

Rewrite your story.

Rewrite your life.

Put yourself back together and remember you are perfectly imperfect.

You are your own best project.

You are your own best masterpiece.

Never forget.

And that light at the end of the road will always be waiting for you.

Even if you need to sit in the middle of the road with your arms crossed, your eyebrows furrowed, saying “f*** off you too da*mn bright light, don’t tell me what to do or where to go. I’ll do what I want, when I want to do it.”

We will make our way.

We will walk our path.

Or we will sit.

We will walk when we are ready.

We will do it in our own time, in our own way, when we feel ready.

Now go and be you, and don’t let anyone tell you how to be you or how to live your life, not even me in these poetic ways.

You do you.

And if any of this triggers you, ignore it and block me, and I’ll be okay with that.

You mattter.

You are important.

Your feelings are #1.

With love,
Monica

A Journey Persisted

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For as long as she could remember, she knew there would be something special for her…

For as long as she could remember, she knew she could never give up on believing in herself….

As the years went by, she continued to fall and then crawl through life’s challenges,

Until one day she remembered she could walk.

Then she quickly started to run.

She began sprinting, jumping and then finally she flew.

When she discovered her wings, she learned to float over those who didn’t believe in her or see her for who she was.

She didn’t worry about being alone, for she was always surrounded by so many who saw her for who she was and loved her no matter what, even through months and years of silence.

Whooshing through trees, flying beside mountain tops, she soared high above the clouds.

She flew up to the stars and zoomed back down, reaching the oceans and diving in like a sea creature, moving through the waters with great force.

Back to the surface, letting the air dry her off, she would then find a safe place to land.

Not for long though, as she found her place to be in the sky.

She knew she wasn’t like many others.

She knew she was made differently and created on purpose, for a purpose that was all her own.

Only she could know what that was, and what she was here for.

Though all the pieces may not make sense to others, she knew each one was meant for her, even the pieces that didn’t fit into the whole picture.

One day, maybe far off down the road, she would tell her story.

But for now, she will just continue to fly, soaring on her own, gliding from tree to tree, taking breaks on the mountain tops…

Solitude, this is her happy place.

At last, she knew, her purpose was there all along.

To be continued….

🤍

– M.

Garden Talk

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Did you see those boys, today?

What boys?

The ones who came into town earlier, today. They weren’t from around here. I don’t know where they came from. Their clothes were different and they looked like they were confused about where they were. One of them kept looking at me. I was too shy to look at him in the eyes, more than once. He may have seen me blush, but I sure hope he didn’t notice. I looked away as quickly as I saw that he was looking at me, too.

Oh, I heard about some people coming to town. Do you know why they were here? How old did they look? What were they wearing? Oh, how I wish I cold have seen them, too.

Mother said they are supposed to be helping with the railroads. They looked really young, school age, not much older than us. Some looked younger. There were also older men with them, older than father. Their clothes were just different, like nothing I had ever seen before.

That is really hard work. They must have had to leave school to help support their families. Did you see how many there were?

There seemed to be, about, five boys, and a few more older men. I couldn’t imagine having to do that kind of work, or leaving the family, to go to a new town. It must be really hard to be away from their families. I wonder how long they will be here.

Maybe some of them will be searching for a wife soon.

Mother says we will have to get ready to find husbands, sooner or later. That is not something I am looking forward to.

Well, you before me, I hope. You are older, and I am too shy. I couldn’t even imagine holding hands with a boy, let alone kiss one. Lets not even talk about it. Oh my goodness.

You will be ready when the time comes. Mother and father still need us to help with our younger siblings. We will certainly be ready for children when we have our own. We have been helping with the children at the schoolhouse for as long as I can remember.

You know how much I love the children at the schoolhouse. It will be so different when its our children running around.

It will be very different. Maybe they will listen better when we ask them to help clean up.

You know that won’t be so. Look at how our siblings listen to us better than when mother or father try to call them inside.

You are right. Well, I believe its time to gather some vegetables for dinner and get back to help mother. We left her with all the children, without telling her where we were going.

I suppose she may be worried. Do you think you will talk to that boy, if you get the chance?

Oh goodness, I don’t know. Just thinking about it makes me blush.

You are as crimson red as these flowers, lets just get inside. Mother is probably wondering where we are.

Alright, no more talk of that boy, at least not around anyone else.

Okay, I promise.

-M