Mosaic Me

I feel devastated.

Heartbroken.

Disappointed.

I want to be angry,

but there’s no one to blame.

Sometimes

shit just sucks.

Everything works

until it doesn’t.

Until it just

breaks

quietly, suddenly,

without any apology.

And I’m left scrambling,

gathering these

jagged fragments of myself,

trying desperately

to arrange them into

something like art.

I am a mosaic

of everything I once was.

I can still see her

if I squint hard enough.

But I’m so tired of this medium,

I'm so tired of cutting my hands

just to find the beauty.

I crave a softer canvas,

creation that doesn’t bleed.