By Monica C. Voskamp
Little Pieces of Me.
You’ll find they are scattered.
I’m all fragmented now.
Life just did that, somehow.
I don’t expect anyone
To understand these little pieces
Broken little pieces of me.
I don’t expect anyone
To help me discover why
I’ve become a beautiful mosaic
Shattered, into a million glass pieces.
I don’t underestimate
The amount of work it will take
To find, to gather
The jagged parts of me.
Little pieces of me
They are lost right now,
In many dark corners.
This picture doesn’t make any sense.
And rightly so,
I’m dismantled.
You can’t see the beauty anymore,
My picture is all torn apart.
You don’t understand the why
But neither do I.
This is my futile attempt to explain
I’m disconnected from you,
Because I’ve been disconnected
From myself.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Cover Photo Credits: Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash