Made of Broken Moments

Made of broken moments

She lay in pieces

in a field of open pain

Breathing

but barely

They come

friends and strangers

Offering quiet hands

steady voices

Laughter that lifts

truth that doesn’t push

Piece by piece

she raises herself

And they are there to hold her

Until she finally stands

Not finished

but beautiful

Exquisitely

Imperfect

Made of broken moments