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.
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Author:
GingaNinja (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments4
A poem of recognition of one's deficits a sad but at the same time insightful and necessary recognition.
Thank you for taking the time to read!! 🙂
You are most welcome
Rachel, this is tender and brave. The brokenness isn’t dramatized…it’s simply held, honestly and carefully. That quiet resolve at the end really stayed with me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you! I'm happy it resonated with you. 🙂
You are most welcome!
Sometimes you need that break to re -mend and be stronger.
It's Friday tomorrow, release day for the weekend where all the pieces fit.
Thank you!!!
Love it. Insightful and thoughtful piece. Keep writing. Thanks for sharing. KB
Thank you so much!!
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