Fragmented Collections of Life
Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces
crushed in the bottom
of my memories
Why is it
that whenever I try
to remember
all of the important
little bits and pieces
flutter away from me
and I forget...
The fragments
all seem to
fly off into the sunset
And the whole memories
the strong ones, the stable ones
stay with me
and I watch the
butterflies of my life
flit off
the crumbs, the details
broken thoughts
all collect in the bottom of my brain
but when I dig them out
and let them free
I no longer
can tell what they are
or what they used to be
~Marie Viloria~
Written on: Wed. June 22, 2011
6th place in the contest: All The Little Pieces
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