Broken Pieces

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once I was whole
adored and appreciated
over time I was chipped
dropped and cracked
glued together
piece by piece
packed and stored
forgotten and ignored

once I was whole
now old and worn
no longer adored
an old dusty relic
in broken pieces
glued together
too fragile to handle
stored away
useless and unvalued
just a piece of junk
to be discarded
and forgotten

10/17/15

 

Disclaimer: As I’ve said before feelings come and go. Please don’t read doom and gloom in this poem.

21 thoughts on “Broken Pieces

  1. There is that one word that comes to mind… maturity.
    And we wonder if all our ills are worth it.
    Yet we must be the ones to pickup all of our pieces and present the best side of ourselves in order to love life.
    And in doing so no one, not anyone can bury our dreams.

    We who have been broken and discarded band together and create a more precious whole than could ever be imagined!
    Hugs.

    Yes I have seen that wonderful Japanese pottery before. ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. You are always the sun, moon and stars, Kim. But then those pesky clouds arrive. OTOH we wouldn’t live long without any rain would we? ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Kimberly, I think there are times when we all feel less valued. I think you capture well that sentiment. Although we may feel “chipped, dropped and cracked,” we still have something to say. So, keep those words flowing. You say them well. Keith

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