Miss Placed

I lost something.

You know how people are always saying how they didn’t know what they had until they lost it? Not me. I knew what I had. I was grateful for it every day.

I know a good thing when I see it, probably because I don’t get many good things. And I take care of my things. I cherish what I have.

I took care of it. It was a bit broken when I first got it but I lovingly guided the pieces back together. I held it gently in my hands, patiently nurturing it so as to be whole and work correctly again.

I was honored that I was entrusted to fix it. I was happy to have something so cherished. So wonderful and exquisite. I treasured it as it enriched my life.

I honestly can’t say that I lost it. It was taken from me. I never could have misplaced something with this much importance. It was stolen from me.

I lost something, and with it a piece of my Self. I didn’t buy it with money, I acquired it with my time, my care, my attention. My Self. I can make money. I cannot purchase time and care. I cannot get back all that I lost. A piece of my very heart was taken when I lost something.