Fragments of a Life

Just fragments of a life, a day, an hour... No time to bide, face the truth, just bury reality in recesses of the mind. Bits and pieces of a life strung together like pearls lightly touched, then hurriedly put aside, never worn, never appreciated. Scattered images and tales, some true, some exaggerated, never hesitating, never pollinating, fluttering away on futile wings. Flashes of lives touched, no structure, no conformity, breeding confusion, disrespect, never independence Like a puzzle once begun, never finished, pieces missing, long forgotten, fearing the completed picture. Fragments of a life, wishing, hoping for a pleasant end, praying to God, yet never listening for His answer.