Fragments of Self

Do you ever find yourself examining the myriad pieces that come together to make up your life, searching for meaning and trying to make sense of it all as you consider how all those pieces fit together?

If so, this poem is for you. 


Fragments of Self

Scattered pieces lie on the ground
Resting still without a sound
Yet in each piece, a tale to tell
Of laughter shared or tears that fell

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Scattered pieces lie on the ground
Resting still without a sound
Yet in each piece, a tale to tell
Of laughter shared or tears that fell
 
Memories held of times gone by
Fearless acts with spirits high
An era passed, heart eager and bright
Brave bold steps on feet so light
 
Some pieces carry memories dark
Guilt and regret have left their mark
A thoughtless word, a selfish act
Secrets kept in a silent pact
 
Be it gestures cruel, or a tender touch
Be it holding back, or giving too much
Each scattered piece, a mirror to the soul
Fragments of self that shape the whole


Taken from Fragments of Self: A Constellation of Being