Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces

A Poem by Emily Irene.

About my father and me.

I know you wanna see me get mine,
I know you think you were the first to break me
but let me tell you something:
I don't want to see you get yours,
I couldn't bear to hurt you,
break you into a million pieces.
You are already shattered
and all I want to do
is help pick up and reassemble them.
We're so alike,
you and I,
but I would like to put my puzzle together
and the part that stings
is you don't even know
how tragically cracked your pieces are anymore.

© 2015 Emily Irene.

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The description is what caught my eye causing me to read this piece. I hope that one day your relationship with your dad will mend somehow. If it is, at all fixable. I love it how you didn't resort to violence and profanity and hatred in your poem. But rather expressed strong sadness.

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Added on November 23, 2015
Last Updated on November 23, 2015
Tags: father, family, daughter, relationships, sad, depressing, parents


Emily Irene.
Emily Irene.

Saint Louis, MO

Name's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..