Falling Apart

I have been feeling broken lately.

Like a glass version of myself

was shattered on the floor

and clumsily pieced back together again.

But the thing about trying to fix broken things

is that it isn't truly the same after that.

There are chips, scrapes, and empty spaces.

And as much as I want to see myself as a whole,

all I see are the fractures.

I want to feel complete again,

but each time I begin to fill myself,

it slips so easily through the cracks.

and no matter how hard I try to fix it

all I do is make it worse.

I hope to one day to see the beauty

in my imperfections.

Take the broken fragments of myself

and position the shards together

with gold to fill the in-between.

So I can once again feel unbroken.