The Mosaic of a Shattered Soul

I once was whole, but now I’m not.

All the pieces fell apart.

I put them back. They never fit.

Again, again, bit by bit.

Not alone, and always alone.

Leave me, then, unseen, unknown.

I don’t believe in even myself,

let alone trust someone else.

Where does that leave me now?

Something is broken some way, somehow.

Pieces are missing, never found.

Hollowed out, empty, caved-in, gone.

If I hide, where could I go?

The world’s not deep to bury a soul.

I need the light, my eyes still burn.

I turn away. The lesson learned.

I tried to run. I’m not that fast.

The pieces spill. They never last.

It isn’t me, I’m numb, I’m off.

I learned too late: I’m not enough.

Round and round, bit by bit,

I can’t make the pieces fit…

The race is run, not by me.

A piece returned I did not see.

It wasn’t me, unsure, confused.

Not enough. It was no use.

I tried to hide, but I was found.

The light was there beneath the ground.

My eyes still hurt, but He was there.

I turned away, but had to stare.

I am not sure where I am now.

Can it be fixed some way, somehow?

Pieces are missing, almost there.

Hollowed, empty, but He cares.

Always lonely, but not alone.

He won’t leave me unseen, unknown.

I don’t believe in even myself,

but I know there’s someone else.

Round and round, bit by bit.

I can’t make the pieces fit.

He puts them back. They start to fit.

Again, again, bit by bit.