Pieces of me

– saebdesigner

There was a time I thought I had lost everything.

Not just people, or places, or dreams —

but pieces of myself.

The gentle version.

The fearless version.

The one who laughed without carrying the weight of the world.

I grieved more than anyone knew.

I smiled when I felt like I was unraveling.

And I kept going — not because I was strong, but because something inside me refused to give up.

One day, I stopped asking, “When will I feel like myself again?”

And I started whispering, “What if I’m becoming someone new?”

Not the old me.

Not the broken me.

But a wiser, softer, stronger version — shaped by the storms I survived.

I began gathering the pieces.

Not to put them back the same way, but to build something entirely new.

Something sacred. Something real.

Every scar became part of my design.

Every tear watered something that would one day bloom.

So if you’re standing in the ruins, wondering who you are now…

Let me tell you:

You are not lost.

You are being remade.

And sometimes, the pieces that feel missing are the ones being transformed.

“Maybe the version of you you’re becoming… is the one you’ve always been meant to be.”

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Remade in the Ruins

In shadows deep, I thought all lost,

Not just faces, dreams, or cost,

But fragments of my soul’s own hue—

The gentle me, the fearless too.

I grieved in silence, none could see,

Smiled through threads of misery,

A force within, though faint, held tight,

Not strength, but will to face the night.

One dawn, I ceased my weary plea,

“No more to ask who I might be.”

A whisper rose, a tender call,

“What if I rise, renewed by all?”

Not the past, nor shards of pain,

But wisdom born of storm and rain,

A softer heart, a stronger frame,

Forged anew from loss’s flame.

I gathered pieces, not to mend,

But craft a life where scars ascend,

A sacred whole, both raw and true,

Each tear a seed, each wound a clue.

If you stand midst ruin’s sprawl,

Lost, unsure, amidst the fall,

Know this truth, let it take hold—

You’re not lost, but remade, bold.

The missing pieces, gently sway,

Transforming in the light of day,

From ashes blooms a soul refined,

A masterpiece of heart and mind.

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