“A PIECE OF ME”
By Traci Cunningham
I operated at a lesser state of fine tuning, contriving a presentable life of relations, evaluated, and reconditioned my existing self at each triumph or failure.
I stare down at a piece of me that had chipped and fallen away years ago. I was convinced, 100%, that that piece of me was not needed, nor wanted, to move forward in my life’s plans. Yet aware of its presence, I stared in my peripheral side eye.
In an unexpected moment, an intimate look, a kindred spirit, the purest feeling of a woman’s joy a very subtle gentle whisper shook the existence of my soul.
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