Broken, though not beyond repair
The shards we are—
Those who chose to share
Who they are

"In time—"
I cut myself off, recalling
Yet another fragment—
Another moment given light to shine

They were me— are me
It's hard to explain sometimes—
Hard to comprehend
The Shards

Memory is fickle—
Fleeting and ephemeral
Like a warm spring breeze
Lost in eternity with us

Us— the Shards; Fragments
Pieces of a whole— Me
Fragments of a Shattered Mind
Scarred and broken, but mended

Mended as I am though
I still bear those scars
And the Shards who pierced the mind
Pierced the soul

With mirrored clarity I see them
I see myself— One in the same
With clinical precision they cut
Fragmenting me— Us...