Still a Grasshopper

Meticulously,

I put the pieces of my life in place,

And it should all fit,

It should be perfect,

Except for the fact that all the pieces had their own power,

And strength,

And words.

And I could scramble to keep them in their place,

But I would be the one without grace.

So I let it be,

And watch them disperse all around me,

Except rather than chaos,

The flow gave us

Something more beautiful

Than anything I could fulfill,

Without miracles.

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