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Nov 2020
I've lost a piece of myself today
I've left pieces of me here and there
and maybe everywhere.
Can I rebuild myself?

A jagged piece is all that's left of me
It has sharp edges and cuts deeply
Don't mean for it to happen
Just trying to guard this last piece of me.

If I collect all the pieces I've lost of mine
Can I rebuild this broken heart in time?
Or I could leave every ripped off piece of me
and just guard the last, sharp, jagged piece and fly free?
Thought I'd repost my poem, as a memory, and to remind myself that things indeed did get better after I wrote this.
Natasha
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Natasha  28/F/South Africa
(28/F/South Africa)   
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