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The thing about sadness, grief, pain
Is that even in your moment of brokenness,
it gives you ways to become whole.

As you evaluate your life,
vastly different
from the way you imagined it to be.
That broken ankle begins to follow the beat,
Your shaken knees begin to recognize the rhythm.
A new rhythm,
That makes you move instead of cringe with pain,
your waist starts to twist and twirl,
in a way you don’t recognize.
Your hands and shoulder follow suit,
As they rise up with a little shimmy of their own
And your cracked lips break into a smile,
as you recognize the bits and pieces,
they left you as memories.

Memories,
That not only seal,
But also heal the scars and marks
the void left on your body,
and finally you feel that bob in your head.
That is when you know your heart is still whole.

PS: Sis ~ As I continue to gather pieces of that the heart refuses to beat without, all those pieces that will always belong to you. Thank you for keeping me whole.
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