broken pieces

An ode to me. For me.


Broken pieces

Like the dry patch of earth you seem to be walking at aimlessly,
You only see the ground lifeless.

Like the infinite distance of the horizon,
You walk weary from the endless chase.

Like the churning waves in the stormy seas,
You drown from your own tears.

Like the old letters you threw in the fire,
You watch your life story slowly fade with the embers.

Like the shards of glasses which you almost bled yourself dry,
You only see broken pieces of your being.

And very soon, if only you remained still,
If only you looked closer,
If only you chose to save a piece,
If only you chose to live,
A shattered piece in itself becomes whole again, overtime.

If only.