108. Pieces

I thought I had things under control,
But my force to hold my life together
Crushed the life I had believed to have made

I scramble to recollect my shattered pieces
But they've become unrecognizable,
I no longer know who I am.

The fallen pieces are broken
They won't fit back to where they belong
I have no choice but to let that part of me die.

I create new pieces as I'm healing myself.
Soon, new pieces take shape
To fill in the void.

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