Broken But Not Shattered

Life may kick me in the face

Take jabs at my spirit

Causing pieces of me to be scattered to the wind

I may stumble

I may even fall

I notice the pieces that are no longer in the places they were

And mourn what was...

I may be missing pieces

Bleeding

Cut

Stabbed

Riddled with bullet holes from what life keeps shooting my way...

Yet

I must go on...

I crawl

I fall

I walk

I push myself because I refuse to be defeated

The pieces of me that I thought I’ve lost

Keep showing up along the path, I’m currently on

Each piece

I pick it up

I embrace it

And with gold as glue, I slide it back into place,

Completing another piece of the puzzle that is my being

I might be broken

But I ain’t shattered

Broken means that...

It can be fixed

Yet

Shattered... is beyond repair

I embrace all of me

Broken pieces

Missing pieces

Pieces that have yet to be

Broken me

In progress me

Just means that I’m a work of art

A priceless diamond being created and pressed into something great

Something that this world has yet to see

I might be broken

But that doesn’t define me

Finding my pieces along my life journey

Is what makes me, me.