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