Pieces of a whole
Its fragile with many pieces.
Unidentifiable, when it falls apart.
Each piece reflects a different part of my soul,
but always whole.
I may forget a piece every now and then.
Wondering why I feel apart of me is lost.
when left behind,
always feels so painful,
like Im going out of my mind.
The hardest thing about the missing piece,
is Im not always sure what piece it was,
till it was gone.
How to know what I have in my heart.
Before I lose it,
and it becomes pieces and parts,
of a whole.
Dont get me wrong.
I know who I am,
and I love and grow from what I have or had.
I just want the picture perfect,
without the puzzle pieces lines.
No blue days
and eternal love,
To be published in the International Library of Poetry's Anthology
Copyright: Michelle - June 2000