Memories

A poem I wrote today.

Memories

 Are like

Broken shards of glass,

Where I can only see

A small part

Of myself,

Maybe just

An eye

Or a strand

Of hair.

Their jagged,

Uneven edges

Look as if

The pieces could

Never

Fit

Together,

But they do.

Each piece fits

Together,

 Like a puzzle.

And in that puzzle,

I can see my entire face,

Staring back at it.

They create

A complete picture

Of myself,

An image.

Memories.

 

Reviews

[Jordan Easley]

Wow. Very nice. I think my favorite part was when you talked about how all you could see was an eye or a strand if hair. This poem was really beautiful and I think I got the message. Memories make up who you are as a person. Your past influences you daily. I think you said thy nicely in this poem.

[writingcrazy55555]

Thank you, and yes, memories make up who you are, your identity.