I was cold floors and brain storms
Thoughts that could make sense of everything too far apart to create coherence
Constantly spreading myself far too thin trying to push them together
I was caged shards of something that was once a heart
Pieces craving to be whole but too scared of the brokenness that could follow if wholeness were ever achieved
I was dark ceilings staring back at me
Absorbing the cries that sought the heavens so desperately
I was scars that, like ashes of a Phoenix, rose again and again

Until Him,
who I found was waiting for me all along
who found beauty in my scars
and created wholeness in my heart
Until Him,
who is wholeness personified and somehow amplified
yet simultaneously tucked into a package the size of my hands
meticulously made so only my hands could fit around it
Until Him,
who patiently, gently, nudges my broken pieces towards each other until they’re so familiar enough with each other again that they can’t help but become one again