Broken

Somedays I feel so broken
Beyond repair
Torn open
Pieces scattered everywhere

I try to pick up the pieces
And assemble them in order
But one by one, piece by piece
They lie scattered on the floor

All I want is to be whole again
To love and laugh
Smile and sing
To live and enjoy life…..

Reviews

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A shattered soul has few remedies, but they do exist. The worst thing about them is, they all require trust. Once again a direct and powerful poem, and I appreciate the ability to focus on one thing and not try to apply too many intricacies. I especially like the lines
"I try to pick up the pieces
and assemble them in order
But one by one, piece by piece
They lie scattered on the floor"
It's almost as if the pieces no longer want to hold on to the old order that they used to occupy. They want something new, as they refuse to return to what resulted into pain.

As a side note: good luck with moving on from your past.