Shattered pieces scattered

the shattered pieces have scattered

lost and covered in dust deep inside

how can i have hope of finding them

in the recesses where they hide

i dare not tread into the darkness

alone or even with you

i haven’t got protection

and i’ve never discovered the glue

what will put them back

and rebuild me whole again

what will seal them up

so the healing can begin

shattered pieces scattered far

jagged edges that are unforgiving

piercing the skin with fierce reality

causing a flow of red hot reliving

i turn my head and hold my breath

it’s not the pain but i can’t look

yesterday comes knocking often

it’s stolen today just like a crook

shattered pieces scattered

but every once in a while one’s found

i close my eyes and plug my ears

i don’t want to see or hear the sound

i haven’t gone looking for what’s in pieces

yet sometimes they find me

and i don’t feel strong enough

to know, and feel and see


Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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