Where the Lost Pieces Go 🌑

Sometimes we feel broken,
but the truth is — we are scattered.

Scattered across timelines,
across memories,
across silent places we dared not return to.

Every time we abandoned ourselves,
for survival, for love, for belonging —
a piece of us stayed behind, waiting.

Waiting in forgotten fields.
Waiting in the shadowed hallways of memory.
Waiting in the dreams we gave up to be “good enough.”

And sometimes we ache,
not because we are wrong,
but because pieces of us are calling home.

🌿
You are not missing.
You are not lost.
You are gathering.
You are remembering.

Every brokenness is a doorway.
Every ache is a compass.

And when you start calling your lost pieces back,
the map within you lights up —
one ember at a time.

🌙 Soul Inquiry:

“What part of me have I left behind,
and how can I begin calling it back today?”