Splintered
A life splinters into years,
years into months,
Months, day
Days, hours
Hours, Minutes…seconds.
My hands scared
Trying to piece it together
Time spent pulling splinter
from my heart, hands and feet.
Groaning……it’s all wrong.
It’s all wrong, my perspective.
Broken, yes, but splinters
Into a beautiful mosaic.
I’ve caught a glimpse of
Fallen in love