The Puzzle
I am far older than these years that haunt me
dogging my heels with too many mistakes
a lifetime of missed steps and wrong paths
merry-go-round circles
forever leading me back to where I started
holding the fractured pieces of my broken heart
I’ve scratched my sins into the palms of my hands
burning the screaming pictures of pain
into my mind
movie scenes of what I could have done
should have done
didn't do
No matter what you say
I don't think its okay
how could it be?
Broken and battered
this little girl with the green eyes
and the hair falling into her face
hiding behind a smile that fools even the best
but the tears still fall in the dark
where no one else can see them
the scars of yesterdays
burning traces down my cheeks
leaving their evidence behind
sitting on the floor with all the little pieces of me
fitting this one into that one
reconstructing the puzzle of me
you plant my feet on the ground and steer me
where I need to go
Maybe I'm no longer lost among the clouds
and I think if I could see me
the way you see me
things just might not fall apart this time
Copyright © Regina Wilson | Year Posted 2007
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