Broken pieces left me to glue them back together
Uneven pieces left me to wonder who I really am
All that I knew became pieces of unknown origin
Not knowing left me in fear
Not knowing left me uneasy
The broken pieces cut me so deep
I just have no more tears to shed
Insecurity left me second guessing all my decisions
So Late in life to begin from the beginning
Where do I go?
How to begin ?
How can this happen ?
Yet, here I stand looking down at the mosaic pieces that
Reflects the image of me.
How did I get the strength ?
Here I stand before the Broken pieces that became
Imperfect but yet it created the strong woman that stands before you.
