Pieces
Pieces scattered shattered on the floor The mess - some my own doing and some my undoing Afraid to pick up the sharp shards for fear of bleeding or others seeing me, the one responsible One piece at a time, slowly, gingerly picking them up But also taking time to glance into their imperfect perfection One piece - the pain and regret of not protecting others from the monsters who tore my heart at a young age Another - being too different than my family to feel welcome One showed not only the pain of running from my God and denying my faith far more thrice but also fear of crawling back into his safe arms Then the one letting myself be pushed into acts I couldn't comprehend others doing - selling my body for money or in exchange for keeping an unfeeling husband happy because I doubted my ability to live A particularly sharp piece showed the pain my children felt as I walked away from that and hoping for a better life for them as they became men Ouch, this one bleeds a lit...