Sometimes my life feels so shattered, like I'm not whole enough to do what I am purposed to do. It's a vicious cycle of falling and getting back up again. I'm so glad I am a child of God, because there were plenty of times that I did not want to get back up. But my faith keeps telling me that there is something greater out there for me. I believe this and I believe my God will prove my faith right.
Broken Pieces
Pressure busts
pipes
Boy did they hit
that saying on the head
I just exploded not
too long ago myself
Every last bit of
my sanity just fell
To the floor
Disguised in the
shape of tear drops
It even had the wet
feeling that they produce
A puddle formed out
of a broken me
Pieces so shattered
you wouldn’t even believe
Wasn’t even sure if
I could rebuild my castle
Because before my
breakdown, I was a queen
I was never torn in
between
A stuck, failure
slash indecisive human being
Procrastinating on
cleaning up my own mess
Wasn’t sure if it’s
even worth it
It felt like I
intentionally lost my purpose
As a matter of fact
I didn’t even know what it was
I thought maybe if
I evaluate my pieces
Pick them up one by
one
Dust them off,
shine them up
I can get back who
I once was
But it was like a
thousand pieces fell out of that box
It would take days
to put me back together
Where would I even
start
Is my heart even
ready to take that charge
Or was it broken
along with the rest of me
Why was the devil
always testing me
Because this was
definitely his work
He prides himself
in seeing me fail
A train that’s
derailed
A prisoner with no bail
A path with a maze
for a trail
I guess he forgot
who guides me
Who lifts my
spirits over the clouds
Who wipes me off
and stands me back on my feet
Sometimes God
himself has to remind me
Because he is
always there to help me regroup my pieces
To reshape, realign
and apply new meaning
To every part of me
You see he reaches
straight to the heart of me
And always succeeds
in lighting back up that spark in me
I don’t know how
many times it’s been extinguished
I can’t even count
All I know is I
appreciate every time he drug me out
Kicking and
screaming because I couldn’t see the future in me
All I saw was the
past
It just kept
haunting me, taunting me and flaunting all of my mistakes
It kind of made me
hate, myself
That was the
breaking point
That’s when I fell
That’s when my
teardrop pieces revealed themselves
That dark hour was
when my faith kicked in
When my God reached
down
Picked up my broken
pieces
And made me whole
again
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