A promise to myself I make

That if, in the future, I break

If I shatter into pieces myriad

If I end up hurting bad

From life’s vicissitudes-

I shall carry a sliver of gratitude

That would be the powdered gold

Allowing myself to mold

Broken parts of me into whole

Embrace my newly repaired soul

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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