Fragments

The broken self, a shattered soul,

The pieces scattered, beyond control.

Once whole and complete, now fractured and flawed,

A jigsaw puzzle, incomplete and raw.

The pain within, too much to bear,

The weight of sorrow, too heavy to share.

A smile on the face, but a tear in the eye,

The broken self, a silent, hidden lie.

The world outside, so cold and cruel,

The broken self, a vulnerable fool.

But deep within, a spark of light,

A glimmer of hope, shining so bright.

With every step, the broken self can heal,

The shattered pieces, time can seal.

The scars will remain, a reminder of the past,

But the broken self can rise, free at last.

With every breath, a chance to mend,

The broken self can rise and transcend.

With every moment, a chance to grow,

The broken self, a new life to know.

So embrace the broken self, with all its flaws,

The shattered pieces, a reminder of the cause.

For within the broken self, a strength is found,

A resilience, that can never be brought down.