Broken pieces

We are all broken pieces

Trying to assemble themselves again,

Some with edges smoothened by love,

Some with edges jagged by pain.

Carrying in them thoughts half-formed,

Wishes and aspirations,

Some that perished, some that exist

In suspended animation.

Hope does try to mold them

So they fit like a puzzle, jigsaw;

Love does try to glue them together

And bond the edges raw.

We break into pieces

And then turn whole

Rearranging the pieces

Assuming a new role.

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion.. View more posts

eLPy says:

January 8, 2015 at 7:46 pm

The concept of “pieces” is one I quite appreciate myself and have written at least a few poems for. I like your take on it with this one, how the pieces are molded and glued together. I appreciate the visual of “carrying in them thoughts half-formed…suspended in animation…”. Nice perspectives. 😀

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1. iheart11 says:
  
  January 8, 2015 at 9:24 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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  1. eLPy says:
    
    January 9, 2015 at 12:37 am
    
    🙂
    
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2. iheart11 says:
  
  January 9, 2015 at 1:43 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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