All around the floor scattered pieces lay,

Pieces of red, white, and black.

Tear running down my face,

My body limp on the floor.

I pick up the pieces,

 but they all shatter at my touch.

I hear footsteps in the distance.

I feel

Fear

Hope

Love

Forgiveness.

My Father walks in and sees the mess I made.

“Why are you crying my child?” He asked me,

All I could do was show Him my broken pieces.

He picked up each piece one by one and placed them back together.

I became whole,

Complete,

Free.

For He loves me.