Poems of a Broken Soul

Tiny Fragments

I remember when the world broke in,
To rip apart my soul.
For years after that one event,
I thought myself not whole.
My hours were spent with trying
to fix it up with tape and glue.
Until one day I discovered,
Everyone else was shattered too.
Here we are with pieces
of ourselves in both our hands.
So fragile and so open,
That I began to understand.
Maybe I'd been greedy,
To want my soul all to myself.
When it could be a lot more helpful,
In the palms of someone else.
Now every time I go somewhere,
I leave part of me behind,
And collect all of the pieces
Of other's souls that I can find.
So when I'm meeting someone new,
It's not just me they get,
But it's also tiny fragments
Of all others I've met.
My life's become so much bigger,
Now that it's home to things so small.
And if this is what "broken" means...
I do not mind at all.

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It's okay to be broken :)
I'm honestly proud to be, anyone who is, seriously, be proud, cuz sometimes being through the good, the bad, and the ugly changes you. It makes you a better person. We are all strong no matter how much we cry or how much we hide...that just shows we are human.
This poem has effected me and I've never felt better than I have before... I hope that is the same for you guys.
Here's to all those that are broken... ;)
Also this is dedicated to frenchfryegr, he kinda inspired me to write this. 😊
~ redhoodwonderer 😘✌

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