Some pieces of me slipped away a long time ago, quietly, to buy my way into rooms I wanted to belong to. I have started going back for them. This is what I tell them when I find them.
Re-member
So many things I wanted to be a member of.
I lost a piece of me with each.
Wanted at home
Accepted by that clique
Noticed by that teacher
Picked for that team
Hired for that job
Appreciated by that boss
Liked by the boy
Chosen by that man
Trusted by that friend
Needed by someone
Held by that lover
Seen by that loved one
Heard by that partner
Then I went back for her.
The small one.
Still holding it.
She came home.
I am happy now.
I can care for all of you.
Come home.
You are safe with me.
There is still more of me out there.
Remembering.
Re-membering.
Still becoming, with love xoxo ~amy