My pieces scattered about..each pulled from my soul in times of struggle and drought.. Dried up pieces of my heart in the mix..will I ever be whole again? I want to be fixed..
Will there be someone strong enough to gather my remnants.. putting back the border will surely take much wit.. For some of my pieces may have been lost..forging the creation of substitute parts..
My interior will take an eye by the skilled..tedious melodies of certainty begin to rebuild.. A gamble of placements to refill this entity..with my pieces whole, will I also regain a sense of normalcy..
Recreating by removal of torn edges..a reproduction pulling me down from ledges.. A determined heart yearning for my uniformity..will it find me before my pieces blow away permanently..?
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By: Lisa Roberts aka LyricalLisa7
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