Wrapped Loosely

When I come undone

As I picked up the marbles

That seemed to be falling

Loosely from my head

I had to be honest with myself

So I asked

Is there anything left?

Parts of me have been repaired

Too many times

Broken and reset

Caulked up places

Where pieces had scattered

Beyond my reach

I look deep

But I still can't see

What is left of me?

Pins and tape

Can only hold me

2 gether 4 so long

My paper heart was tossed to the side

It's blowing in the wind

The breeze carries it

Farther away from myself

And I wondered out loud

Is there any thing left of me?

Could I open up and extend myself

Give from my soul's empty wells

Enough to quench anyone's thirst?

My own throat parched and dry~

Pieces of me scattered

And I am remain dust

Only a shell of what was meant 2 be

And no answer comes forth

There must be nothing left of me~