There are pieces of me
That float away with indifference
A complex montage of fractured illusion
Pieces of me whisper your name
You collect them and draw them to your heart
I push,and you frustrated turn
You seek to save my soul
I believe… and yet I don’t
Either way
Could you promise I will ever be whole again?
There are pieces of me
Jagged and scarred they arrive at your door
Time and time again
In my mind you leave it open
I smash against the frame
Become unrecognisable damage
Broken pieces
These are the risks we take
Human and incomplete
How will it end?
I sketch examples into the darker shades of you
An offered glimpse into the blackened state of me
I beckoned,and you frustrated ran…
As darker dreams foretold
I lay now in pieces
In the palm of your hand.
©EssentialSoulPoetry
welcome back, friend.
i’m “feeling” this piece and at a loss where and how to respond.
but while that figures itself out…
it’s good to see you back 🙂
Lovely poem
Soul.
This really pulls at me.
They are beautiful pieces.
Beautiful, haunting and evocative. The ending is sheer brilliance. Oh, how I love the words you weave.
Welcome back, Gypsy..or even passing by. The pieces that you leave here were missed.
xox,
C.
Thank You Coco, always good to come “home” xx