At some point in our lives, we’ve all faced adversities that have shattered us. We collect the pieces and continue with life in any way that we can. I wrote this poem a little while ago, and it encapsulates the impetus of our return.
I collect the pieces in a jar
I do not want to be broken
I say as I wish upon a star
How can this be are the words unspoken
Cracks dance across my face like lightning in a sky
I hide alone up here in my tower of fears
Away from the accusing eye
I put myself together with glue made of tears
I did no wrong, but I am shattered
Surely death would set me free
Because my fragments remain scattered
My impetus has come as I rise to a knee
I was in pieces, but I did not fall
I’ll continue to collect myself until I stand tall
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
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