My heart is broken
into a million tiny pieces,
and I am no good at puzzles.
I don’t know what to do
with all these jagged shards
that refuse to fit,
edges sharp with memory,
with hope.
Like Humpty Dumpty,
I sit at the foot of the wall,
hands full,
whole nowhere in sight.
I cannot put myself
back together again.
Not yet.
But I will—
slowly,
piece by piece,
learning the shape of myself
as I go.
In time.
I promise.