we lose fragments of ourselves
to those who break us.
shards of our soul
that we will never get back.
sometimes, those fragments
are too jagged
to fit back together again.
other times, those fragments
only succeed in drawing blood.
you should remember that
all the little pieces stolen from us
make room for the new pieces
to fit into place.
these new pieces
will make us strong
once again.
YOU ARE READING
when all the shadows shift
Poetry❝𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆.❞ a collection of poetry.