Pieces Of Me Poem by Deandrea Grant

Pieces of me scattered amongst the past

The last of me I hold on tightly and matured enough to know
that

I must nurture and make the essence that is I last

More than a conqueror survivor of my past

Pieces of me that were given freely some pieces were attached
to my soul

And never returned creating baggage in turn started a
process called self evaluation

Of myself and my relations that have shipped and drowned in
a sea of emptiness

In the abyss there were parasites called betrayal lies and
failure

Gods grace and my prayers have come face to face

Allowing me to overcome those heartaches

I finally have the victory over bittersweet memories

That once held my happiness hostage barricaded my joy and
tormented my soul

I never knew that giving away pieces of me would do so much
damage

But with God I have managed to forgive and grow from my heart aches and pains at one point my issues were unconsciously driving me insane loosing grip of reality
all because my vices came at high prices taking the place of the priceless
presence of Gods essence

Pieces of me scattered amongst the past at last I have been
set free

And enable to savor the present that is all we have

Giving me a new meaning to the scripture

 This is the day the
lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it

Collecting the scattered pieces of me that were scattered
amongst the past

Placing them together to create a sculptor that is clever
and cultivating the

Spirit God ordained me to be now I am solid a masterpiece

Because once scattered pieces come together and create a
unity

You become conscious of your dunimous capabilities