Pieces shattered on the ground surround me
Not glass
Not scraps
Not microscopic fragments
Because then I would have walked away
What would have been the use?
Left to become dust
Forgotten
Swept away
But no
These broken pieces were sturdy
Strong
Or so I thought
Each time I thought I had collected all the pieces in my arms
One would appear
Out of the blue
The final remnant
Let me collect this
Then I could be whole again
Only, this heavy piece sent
The pile I had been cradling
Crashing to the ground
And so, I start again
Collecting
One by one
As if nothing had ever happened.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
Pieces shattered on the ground surround me
Not glass
Not scraps
Not microscopic fragments
Because then I would have walked away
What would have been the use?
Left to become dust
Forgotten
Swept away
But no
These broken pieces were sturdy
Strong
Or so I thought
Each time I thought I had collected all the pieces in my arms
One would appear
Out of the blue
The final remnant
Let me collect this
Then I could be whole again
Only, this heavy piece sent
The pile I had been cradling
Crashing to the ground
And so, I start again
Collecting
One by one
As if nothing had ever happened.
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