Pieces

Gathering up the pieces of our broken selves trying to fight to keep on going. Just something from the phone notes since I don't really write anymore.

We gather up broken pieces of ourselves 

To face what broke us 

However it is so hard to face anything 

When there are pieces still missing 

It is even harder

When your broken pieces have nothing holding them together

However we still try to fight

Reviews

[TheRavensWoods]

Wow, I really liked this poem. It reflects the broken feeling so many humans have inside of us. Sometimes I wonder why we keep fighting, why we were ‘programmed’ with the ability to forget even the most severe pain. Then I think that maybe we forget brokenness and pain so we can hope for wholeness and happiness. Your poem was beautiful and I hope to read more from you.