And just for thought...
You put your head down, move along,
Picking up the pieces you drop
And take stock of all the steps you walked that day.
You understand that some pieces get left behind.
Others you held on with white knuckles
Because moments slip by so easily.
Then one day you look up, close your eyes,
Feel the sun burn against your face,
Realizing that just moving along is lonely.
Your path twists, you go left and you go right,
Not really knowing where you're going at all
But those pieces of yourself always remind you,
Remind you of where you have been.
You press forward with your hands in pockets,
Understanding obstacles always stand in the way,
Accepting that you may not always conquer,
Believing success never really mattered anyway
Because you tried, you will always try.
You understand the measure of success is relative.
We all got broken pieces, holes in our souls,
The lovely torn edges of who we have become,
And isn't the frayed more interesting?
You put your head down, you move along,
Gathering your pieces only to let them go
Because holding on white knuckled hurts over time.
You walk on, head held high,
Knowing that whatever comes next,
Whatever comes next doesn't matter anyway.
You are the measure of your own success
And the sum of your own beauty,
Broken pieces and all.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.