Pieces

 

So much of what I hoped to be
has been torn away
in these years of struggle.

Not like old skin, 
whose tiny dry fragments
helpfully disperse,

These pieces of my self 
went differently,
before use, and without replacement.

And when we perceive ourselves
we are not what we are
but also what we were and what we will be
and all of these are missing pieces now.

It has an obvious solution:
To find new pieces
at least to fix the future,
but oh how hard it is
when so much is gone.

all that I ambrokenSEND parent

◄ Here Until Then

Resolution ►

Comments

Profile image

Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Tue 19th Jan 2021 16:16

Thank you New Shoes for your comment in response to this poem, I appreciate the wisdom and generosity of your words.

Thank you Hope Ray for your comment and support.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem.

💗

<Deleted User> (28781)

Tue 19th Jan 2021 14:37

Missing pieces. 💔
Well thought.👍

Profile image

New Shoes

Tue 19th Jan 2021 05:54

To every lesson truth may be seen. To every fault we must rise above. our loss, the remembrance of love upon our mortal soul. The universe draws to you the frequency you hold in mind. to build your new temple in line with that of your birth, we must build a foundation of truth and love. And there you will stand in the living gift of the light.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message