I’m made of broken pieces –
Perhaps once part of a whole,
Not certain what the picture was
Before my image was no more.
Many have come to see them,
Sprawled across the floor –
Never to be as they were before
And never really wanting them in any other way
Than their lovely disarray.
Some saw me as a puzzle
And tried desperately to solve my soul,
Others saw just a mess
And left them and me alone.
A few saw a shot at chaos
And went ahead with their own smashing,
Sending my pieces flying carelessly around
As they bounced and bashed unbound…
And then there was you
Who looked at me from above
With tenderness and with love
And saw not the remains
Of something once whole
But the limitlessness
Of what could become of my soul.
My many sharp edges
Became treasures
Where the light reflected perfectly so.
The mismatched colors
Were a spectacle of wonder,
And the missing were never missed.
Hand over mine,
You guided me
With love and creativity,
And in a fashion nearly formulaic
You turned me into a beautiful mosaic.