Broken Pieces

Like a glass,

Our heart needs all its broken pieces

To be put back together

To be whole again,

To make it look like

How it used to be before,

But it's never the same,

These broken pieces look like scars

When they're put together,

Scars that may not be visible from afar,

But can be felt when you're close,

The heart may function the same

As it used to before,

Beat the same way

Like it was never hurt before,

But deep down

Isn't it obvious that it's numb?

Isn't it obvious that it doesn't trust anything easily?

Isn't it obvious that the silence is killing it from within?

Then, why does it

Pretend to the world that it's ok?

Why does it choose to suffer from inside

When all it can seek is affection to heal from it?

It's a mystery of the broken pieces

That cannot be solved easily,

For all the heartbreaks that it goes through,

It's those very pieces that gives you hope

To be whole again,

It's those pieces that no matter where you go

They never leave your path....