Shards

For a contest...

Shards,
That’s all that I’m made of,
I was broken apart,
I’m not fully put back together,
Glue and tape,
Well sometimes it doesn’t work,
I’m still broken,
But at least I’m stronger,
But at least I’m trying,
I’ll always be me,
Even if I’m only shards of me.

Author's Note

Iwrote this for a contest...

Reviews

[emma]

wow. that was really good and descriptive and the imagery was awesome. i can clearly see what your talking about here. you put your emotions of paper amazingly for this piece.

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Even the smallest spark can be the greatest fire. Your poem was so well said about beginning from stepping stones, no matter what you can make anything out of it. Great poem! :)

[Cricket Kidd]

Nice. Sad, but at the same time hopeful.
Good luck in the contest!
~Cricket