Pieces

I'm tying pieces together. 

The charms were off the rope, 

which came unclasped so long ago. 

When it all came apart,

many fell listlessly to the floor, 

and shattered crystal glass

over previously untarnished skin. 

The scars they made were gruesome, 

the pain they caused

surreal. 

But pieces broken age and weather, 

in every passing storm

'Til

Years later theyre found by strangers

their old secrets now yield wisdom.

With faith they will adorn

a new rope made of silver.

A herald trumpet in the mind

calls back old pieces to the frame

And once again they're tethered,

the chain is clasped and whole again. 

Reviews

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amazing!
and incredibly profound!