Pieces

My body is a reflection of my past,

broken and shattered glass.

Each piece glistens with the beauty

of the life they depict – the journey

of my soul, each time it dies and

each time it lives.

Trying to put the pieces back together

leaves me in shame and despair.

I can’t find one for the other leaves me

trying to breathe smoke filled air.

I lose more and more feeling Each

time I find and fix a matching pair.

Then finally, my mind has lost all

control and I wonder if I Will ever

find the final pieces that you stole.

My heart can be shattered and my

soul you can brutally break, but you

Will never take my strength away.

I will endure.

~ Carrie Lee

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