I looked around 

just to see 

bits and pieces 

of me 

scattered about  

the cold hard 

ground. 

I really used 

to think 

that I could 

never, ever 

pick back up 

all the  

shattered pieces. 

I watched 

as the wind 

blew them 

across 

the sweeping floor 

of a dark 

and empty room. 

Clouds rolled in 

and thunder 

struck, 

shaking the 

pieces even  

farther away. 

The rain that night 

washed away  

pieces of 

my broken heart 

and my 

shattered life. 

As the sun rose, 

to shine over 

the meadows 

and awaken 

all that live 

the very next 

morning. 

My heart found 

that it could 

still live 

too. 

As the 

moments passed 

I picked up 

the pieces 

searching 

every corner 

of the now 

brightly lit 

room. 

Hanging onto 

the pieces  

I wanted 

and leaving 

the ones  

that broke me 

apart 

to begin with. 

Day after day 

every little 

piece 

of my broken 

heart and 

shattered life 

grew fondly  

together. 

As the sun 

continues to 

shine 

it reveals  

a flawless 

repair. 

The scars   

may still be 

healing 

and some of 

the cracks still 

mending 

but they reveal 

my heart 

as a  

flawless design.