Each piece, an entity scarred.
Sacred in my organized mind,
Oft to and fro the path is barred
And I in fear respond in kind.
Each piece is treasured and unique.
From the whole was ripped and torn
And to each other they all stick
Like from the moment it was born.
Each piece, a horrid memory from past,
Painted with jet black, gray and white.
At the time an eternity they'd last,
Now a blink only in the restless blight.
Each piece, glued together with my tears
Shed through sleepless, tortured nights.
While the beauty of all these years
Passed by me, paralyzed by frights.
Each piece just one in a mismatched group,
Held fast together, yet worlds apart.
Holding alliance with a wretched troup,
A rainbow of hues, my mosaic heart.
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