Poem: Another Step

Another Step

Torn apart once again,
I collect the pieces
and count the missing,
losing more each time,
wondering when enough is gone
will the world take notice.
Back together,
I can feel the holes
as wind blows through
and tickles what’s left.
Never whole,
always looking
for the parts left behind–
the memories, people, and things
to remind me where I started–
as I take another step
to start again.

BTF 8-OCT-2020

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