Broken Pieces

A poem about the scars that define us

Image: Tabitha Turner via Unsplash+

We are but two broken souls,
Burning shards like hot coals,
Shattered by hardship and pain,
Lost, with everything to gain.

Falling for their empty promises, 
Becoming their unwilling accomplises, 
They weren't gentle with our light, 
Casting it down, turning day to night. 

Cast aside and set adrift in an icy sea,
Our tormentors chose to ignore our plea,
Fate wills our paths cross in these waves,
No longer bound to watery graves.

We crash into each other amidst the storm,
Surrounded by shipwrecks of the forlorn,
I reach out, desperate to take your hand,
Raindrops crash down like grains of sand. 

Those abyssal depths know my name, 
Whispering that I'm the one to blame, 
But, there is peace in your loving embrace, 
No longer lost, I have found my place. 

Our skin, full of fractured creases,
We fit together like jigsaw pieces,
Broken shards combined to create a soul,
But together, our broken parts make us whole.

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