

Our word this month is:
Fragment
I see myself in a broken mirror
A fragment, a tiny part of the many sides we hide
Each piece could be labelled, ready to make a whole
Where life is broken, each walking fragment I meet
I wonder how many think themselves whole
I have not felt complete in over a decade
Life for me is a banana peel, waiting around the corner
I can hear you say, just slip on it, get it over with
Pull yourself together. Cruel, it’s easy for you to say
Rather than take the time to talk to me
Help me put the pieces back together
Some of us cannot stand alone, we need help
Before we can take the reins
So, think about the fragmented moments
in a song, that had you listening to the whole…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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