Pieces of me

A piece here a piece there.   Like a puzzle I hope that they all fit together.  

Sometimes these pieces accentuate and enhance each other.  Sometimes I just don't know where some pieces fit.  BUT the hardest of all is when two pieces seem to shout against each other.  No matter how much I try I cannot seem to understand how they can be part of one me.  In pure desperation I try to make them fit.  Hide them or chisel parts away. 

Yes I do confess at times I HATE some of these pieces and we all know that hate is a very negative emotion and hating myself (even if its just a piece) is just simply destructive.

Do you love you?  All of you?

Well, thing is, sometimes when I let a piece allone for a while I suddenly see its true colour.  Then it falls into its place effortlessly.  And sometimes I turn that piece over and see that it does not carry the stamp of authenticity- and I can toss it! To the bin- it never was a part of me.

Either way - peace and love restored!