Silence In Words ...

We are the face of a burnt coin.. Engraved yet dark... Unseen yet there ... 

We are the soul ripped into pieces of a puzzle .. Separate yet fitting 

perfectly .. 

There are days we might say the lines are not visible, the pieces don't fit .. 

But isn't that too little for the larger truth that prevails .. 

A rough road is patched .. Not abandoned .. 

A barren land is watered .. Not cast away .. 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The older you get the more you love your own flaws and respect those that other possess. We are all broken.

[Chris]

A mantra of wish-full belief defining continuance rather than end. Well spoken but... I really do wonder if the other - stayed.