Fragments of the heart
left at the doorstep of an unfulfilled soul.
Unable to breach the padlock
unwittingly bolted to the mind.
Disjointed moments of hope
stymied by incoherent ramblings of despair.
Scratching at the entry
but unable to soothe the incessant itch
of confidence denied,
or fear unabated.
You have the key.
You have the balm.
You are all you need.
Soothe the itch with every step you take.
Turn the key with every word you write.
Welcome to completeness.
If only for a moment
Now take another breath, collect the fragments,
and make another moment.
All you need is one at a time.