Picking up the scattered pieces

There are pieces of me scattered everywhere. Scattered parts of myself I dropped along the way. Some in fear. Some from lack of use. I am being asked to pick up those pieces. To follow the trail of breadcrumbs I left for myself. I guess the wisest parts of me knew I’d be back. That…

Do you find me changed?

I saw the look on your face, the one that told me my response to you was oh so inconvenient and not at all what you had planned. It said, without words, “You’ve changed.” Have I? How very observant of you. I understand why you are still expecting the reactions and compliance you used to…