Small pieces

 In these houses and buildings can I get an idea of myself

In God's house he's cooking pancakes

He's decided how the world might look

it started taking shape

I had no clue

So I did the same

I narrated the story and damn

It came to pass like a soothsayer might claim

But in each house I went I didn't get a stronger sense of myself

I didn't recognize the silent parts of me that gave up

Or the noisy ones who no longer knew why they shouted

Did the future fall for me, did i fall for it?

Not willing to cradle the past

To comfort those hundred parts of me

Who've made me incredible today

Yet who were never given relief

I take today to bless these small pieces

That I was once ashamed of

For not being aggressive or brave

For not sending me forward in boldness

But gave my sleep color

gave me the strength to forgive and let go

The curiosity to dig deeper

To shed the skin of fate and lift myself to higher destiny