Falling through a never ending abyss.

Until I hit the ground,


Then everything shatters.

A moment of still silence,

Did it truly happened?


A gasp, whimper, scream.

Checking if anyone saw,

Trying to pick up the pieces before someone notices.

Before they see how broken I am.

It’s impossible to pick up all the pieces,

Some will be lost for days, even years.

But eventually all of the pieces get picked up. 

Most by myself,

Some by others when I'm not looking.

But someday,

I will be whole again. 


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