Broken Pieces

Sifting through the rubble I attempted to find all the broken pieces of me that are mine.

From the pain and the heart ache, bruises and despair, scattered all around my pieces are all there.

One by one I gathered them all. Jaggard, sharp, big and small.

I knew from the beginning it was not my end so I continued picking up my pieces and putting them back together again.

My hands bloodied and scarred, black and blue, putting me back together is what I had to do.

Almost at completion as if designed by a mold, my pieces were broken but not shattered so I am almost back to whole.

Broken Pieces