Broken PiecesA Poem by Faith AndersonThis poem is a personification of a vase holding flowers and it is telling its point of view; it is also about a human being (no one in particular, just humans in general).
Whole and new
I hold you My story wraps around my body But my story is incomplete It is the shortest part of my life But it is perfect and beautiful At least that's what I think But when I lose my balance I tumble and fall to my end I slam into a barrier And I shatter You fall from me You lie lifelessly before My broken pieces You lie amongst My broken pieces You die quickly and all that is left is your rotting, decaying corpse and my broken pieces i am so broken so beyond repair at least that's what i thought i knew i could never go back i knew i could never be what i once was i could never reform into my former self these broken pieces were now my story but i laid there in a grave of pulverized memories and i realized that just because something is broken, doesn't mean it isn't valuable. Just because something is broken, doesn't mean it isn't beautiful. I am a new kind of me; Maybe an even better me. I may be broken, but I am not finished. I am not destroyed; I am only different. I am experienced. I am a new kind of beautiful. These broken pieces of me Are beautiful Because they are My Story. I take my broken pieces, Filled with a hope I have always yearned for And I piece them together to form a new me. I clean up the mess. I am now a mosaic. And I am beautiful. I am beautiful. I am valuable. I am new. This is my story.
© 2021 Faith AndersonAuthor's Note
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