Pieces fall together easily as they fall apart
We risk more damage by trying for repair
A hazard of letting ourselves feel again
That chance, not worth taking, washes away
The best solution is to polish the edges
Patch them in with mortar made of memories
And hope the colors and shapes fit well enough
To make our broken pieces beautiful
twitter is @CrHoaglund.
I just wrote a piece elsewhere on healing from abuse, and this poem succinctly hits very much home to what I was trying to communicate.