Broken Portriat

I apologize for the mess but perfection is not what I do best, I seem to have lost my way incomplete at the doors of defeat I find my self always picking up shattered pieces and I promise to god some how I will get through this. But I'm stuck on life's lessons again a wild storm with no apparent end. To many times I've thrown caution to the wind with full understanding of the trouble I'd be in last time to gather my vulnerability against all odds and find a feeling that's familiar to me. In time I will fix this broken portrait and be the best I can be you'll see if I reached out my hand would you help me.