Pieces Of Me

The sorrow that I feel, the pain that I hide.
No one knows, but me.
When I think of life, sometimes I’d rather die.
I wish I was someone else,
Living someone else’s life with their family.
Sometimes I think I have real parents, out there.
With real brothers and sisters.
Maybe they have been waiting for me all these years.
My heart is torn to pieces.

I have no soul.
It was stolen from me years ago along with my innocence.
I’m so confused.
My heart has been pounded against ocean rocks and washed away
Pieces of me blowing in the wind.
I’m trying so hard to catch these pieces
And put them back together.
But I can’t reach high enough
And I can’t catch them fast enough.

I see them blowing away, further away from me.
I stand in the garden of my childhood home staring up,
Watching them drift away.
Pieces of me.

But who am I?
This is the question I born to find.
Without a soul, I wander aimlessly.
Looking for fragments of a broken past.
Confusion, anger and pain hit me
And wash over me, like a violent storm

Within this storm, I see reflections of a young girl.
She has no mouth, no heart
And no soul.
Like me she wanders,
Searching, desperately,
Her eyes hold many memories,
Unspoken truths,
But also many lies.

I realize she is me
And she is others like me. Author