I gather the puzzle pieces.
Not the ones he broke...
but the ones we placed together.
Quiet afternoons where silence felt like safety.
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I gather the songs we sang.
Off-key melodies in the car.
His voice a thread that stitched me to something
I wanted to believe was love.
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I gather the toys he gave us.
Not the rage that followed...
but the sparkle in my eyes
before I knew how heavy gifts could be.
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I gather the memory of his hands.
Not when they pointed blame...
but when they held mine to guide a jigsaw edge
into its rightful place.
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I gather the ache of absence.
The years he vanished into the fog of his own mind
and I gather the grace
I tried to give him anyway.
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I gather the words he threw
βNot good enough,β π£ βJust a mom,β π£ βYour husband is a mistakeβ π£
and I let them fall...
like brittle leaves I wonβt rake again.
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I gather my childrenβs laughter.
The warmth of their trust.
The lessons I teach in the quiet of our home
where love is not withheld or earned.
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I gather myself.
Whole and weathered, choosing what to carry forward...
not his shame, not his shadow...
but the light Iβve grown in spite of it.
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This is my harvest.
The moments that made me.
The ones I reclaim.
The ones I keep.
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Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Comments (7)
"before I knew how heavy gifts could be" I feel the weight of this line. Choosing to remember the love and bring that forward with you in your life is so beautiful π©Ά
I love the last stanza! Claiming everything to yourself, so powerful.
Amazing work! Fierce & powerful! πͺπΎ Go Sara! π
Really beautiful piece, SaraβI deeply feel the heartbreak here, the patience, the second chances... I love the reclaiming, the choice to honor personal growth, and redemption of a peaceful home.
Beautiful as always, Sara. You know how to take your personal emotions and weave them into something that all your readers can understand and feel, even if they havenβt experienced something like it for themselves.
This was so emotional and powerful. Loved your poem!
Very well written, Sara. It's so important to harvest the right things!