Cracked
I am cracked
Pulled, Pushed, Torn in every direction
I couldn’t stay away
I have to get back and help
But now I’m being pulled, pushed and torn even harder
It’s all happening so fast
I am shattered
Waiting for someone to find my pieces sparkling in the morning sun
They notice and take the piece of me that they need
… Please don’t walk away with me
Each piece as fragile as the next
But they do it, they make the pieces fit
They make me strong again
Together again
And with them again
I.Am.Whole
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