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!
Travis
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Really beautiful poem… Sits deep with me. Thank you sharing. Your words have put beauty in pain and hurt. 😊🌹
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Thank you for the kind words! You’re welcome. It hits home for many, me being one of them. Our spirits are gifted with an indomitable will that can overcome a mountain of adversities. While we bend and sometimes may shatter, we always collect ourselves and overcome. I am glad I was able to relate to it. Thank you so much for the encouragement! 😁
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Your so welcome… Such deep lines 😊
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It has been a while since I’ve read and felt these beautiful emotions.
I’m still “ collecting” not standing yet…
Thanks for sharing😊
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All the best with that. Sometimes it takes a little longer, but know that the light at the end of the tunnel is not always a freight train. Stay positive and continue to collect yourself. 🤗🙃
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Thank you! 🤗
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And also, you got this! 🥰
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