I Am Broken

My heart shattered 
When you shut me out

I’m trying to repair it 
But there’s pieces missing

A piece remains with my late husband
Who I will love ‘til the end of time

Some pieces went with my pugs
When they crossed the Rainbow Bridge 

Yet with death, there’s acceptance 
Because of the finality of it

You put the remaining pieces together 
In a beautiful, yet fragile mosaic 

In time, you allow yourself 
To feel alive again 

I got too close to you
And you shattered my mosaic

Despite my best efforts to let you go
You still have a piece of my heart 

I’m trying to put the pieces back together 
But they just don’t seem to fit

I have come to the realization that
I am broken

I need to find the glue
To hold the remnants together
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Agustin Avatar
June 6, 2024 at 9:30 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Rodrigues Avatar
December 7, 2019 at 6:28 PM
Like a lovely vase, broken and glued...not the same but turned to your beautiful side.
Lamoureux Avatar
September 12, 2019 at 9:28 AM
The Japanese have an art form where they glue the pieces of broken pottery with either Silver or Gold. It becomes more beautiful because of the imperfections. I wrote a piece titled Broken People. You might appreciate it. Type Broken People Richard Lamoureux in the box at the top of the page to find it.
Melugin Avatar
March 23, 2019 at 7:27 AM
Dear Lorna You depicted Broken as only one, who has been shattered...can! May I offer a heartfelt suggestion? The glue is just a prayer away.
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