Broken

I remember when my world collapsed in.

To slit me from my soul apart.

For years and years after that day.

I never thought myself as a whole.

My days by their hours, nay by their seconds were all spent with trying.

To patch it all up with stapler pins, tape and glue.

Until the day I discovered.

Here we were with the pieces.

Of ourselves in the palm of both of our hands.

So frail and so open.

That I began to comprehend.

Maybe I.. I've been greedy.

To want my soul all to myself.

When it could be a lot more helpful.

When it could be in the palms of someone else's.

Now, everytime I go somewhere.

I leave a part of me behind.

And collect all of the missing pieces.

Of others souls anywhere I can find.

So when I meet someone new.

Its not just me that they get.

But also tiny fragments.

Of all of the ones I have met.

And my life's become so much bigger.

Now that it's a home to things so small.

And if this is what broken means.

I do not mind it at all.

Reviews

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Leaving pieces behind" so poetic and painful, I feel the rawness of every word bleeding- confessions leaving it's permanency how it fades with age and all everything is temporary to us yet we feel fleeting moments millions times a day which make memories so dear and how we do everything we can to remember it so it don't fade with the winds of change how The Scorpions band sing it haha . This poem deeply remind me of the Film A Ghost Story by David Lowery. Like how your melancholic message relates the line "to leaving parts of yourself behind" so there's always a piece of you remaining so your part of that cherished somewhere, place you hold dear to you. Watch the movie its beautiful might be on nexflix. Its powerful film. keep writing love it sincerely your friend in writing and life

[Joey Nizz]

Such a wonderful movie, thank you for comparing this to it.
I appreciate your views to this, thanks again! ^^

[Chris Shaw]

We grow stronger from the breaks we experience in life. It may not seem like that at the time, but on reflection it is often evident. In life we are influenced in a small way by everyone who crosses our path. I enjoyed your lines and where your poem took my thoughts.

Chris

[Joey Nizz]

Thank you chris, I appreciate your thoughts on this and I agree with what you've said, we only become stronger when faced by the moments or people that break us, its a lesson for us not to stay fallen, but to rise.

[Chris Shaw]

It is, and to constantly tell ourselves through the pain that we are on a learning curve:)

[Joey Nizz]

Well said, I wish others would think the same, thank you Chris :)

[Nankya Yudaya]

Wow! i love love this, pretty explicit!

[Joey Nizz]

Thanks, I appreciate it ^^

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's a fine line between negative baggage from our past to a splendid mosaic full of color and life. I think that is what you just expressed so gracefully.

[Joey Nizz]

Thank you Cherrie, I appreciate your thoughts on this one and im glad to read them :).

[KT-B]

Love this Joey - so clever - love the thought of all those who have touched our lives leaves a trace and we then take it with us passing it on as we go - brilliant work :)

[Joey Nizz]

Thank you very much, I appreciate it. :)