Broken

 Like the shells on the beach,

  I am broken.

  My pieces are lost in the sea.

  Like the wind on the water;

 Unspoken.

 I render every piece lost,

 To be free.

 I will find my way back to the center.

 Thru tides that break loose on the shore.

 And gather myself back together. 

 Until I am not broken,

 Anymore.

 Millennium’s may pass till I find them.

Millions of full moons may burn.

And lifetime’s will be one more playground.

And each piece will live and will learn.

On the final day of my gathering. 

I suppose I will touch all around.

To feel all the pieces around me.

That once lay scattered on the ground.

And I;

Will crush again.

For the journey.” 

  Written by Lucia Sullivan