Shattered Pieces

Brokenness

No one ever talks about you

Yet you reside in everyone of us

It is what ties us all together 

It is our common ground

Look at us 

We are porcelain figurines

With delicate little cracks

Only with the sun radiating through can others see 

Yet most cannot 

They do not notice 

We do not notice 

It is only until we are broken that we become aware

Once we lay broken on the floor

We finally realize that we cannot do this alone 

We cannot live this life alone

We cannot make it on our own

We need another 

We are dependent on another

But who is there for us?

Who can we depend on?

Who can we rely on to never leave us?

Another human being? A significant other? A parent? A sibling? A friend?

.....God?

Only that person can pick up our broken, shattered pieces and make us whole again

They are the only one who can show us our brokenness and help us make amends

They alone can stitch us back together

They alone can glue up our shattered pieces

......but who is there for me?