Which piece fell off first?
And did it break into a million pieces when it fell around my feet?
Did it trip me up
For the rest of my life?
Yes.
The answer is yes.
I tried, but never could
Put the pieces back where they made sense
While desperately concealing all evidence of evil.
My broken pieces eventually made it back together
But they couldn’t fit in their original design anymore
I became a hidden, unglued, warped, jigsaw
puzzle that hated all the everything of me.
Which piece fell off first?
I believe it was my sanctuary.
Two large hands ripped it out of my tender,
virginal soul
And let it shatter on the floor
Before I could
Catch it
Save it
Keep it
I haven’t gotten it back.
I tried to at least find it –
In case I needed it again, which I have,
Daily.
But sanctuary is tenuous
And easily elusive
To be the glue of a shattered soul.
My jigsaw puzzle isn’t strong enough
For escape
For protection
For peace
I have no refuge from the memories stored in the darkest fortress
I have never known the sweetness of abandoned passion
And I never will
I will never know my original design,
Who I was meant to be is forever lost
I only know who I became
And
This is all because,
Because you,
YOU
Were broken first
I wander in circles, never finding the end,
Looking for everything that shattered after that first fall
So I can meld back together
And walk forward in a straight line
Over
The broken shards of dignity
To see if I still
Matter
As my fragile,
Un – secure,
Precarious,
Puzzle.
I wonder if you wander in circles of shame.
Did your broken shards shatter you
Or
Was I your only victim
And you walk
freely
among
Innocence