Bits Of Me

Wound gets triggered, there’s an emptiness within

Need to feel free, am definitely missing something

Those journeys, those memories, those stories

Sorting those creations into special categories

How do I recover that shattered part of my soul?

I will take the fragments and make them whole

See the damaged, destroyed, scraps of paper

I will not give up, of my dreams I am a creator

Out comes the folder, that has pieces of me

I look at them and think of what they can be

Take them out, on the table lay them bare

Create something new with love and care

Discover the most beautiful things in the broken

Individual parts beautifully fit together as one

All my blood, sweat, tears, hard work, hustle

Create the picture to complete the puzzle

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