Mosaic
Is full of stains
Painful missteps
Broken pieces of history
Shards spread
Across my memory
I must be delicate
If I am to touch them
Gently trying to make
Some new meaning
Of togetherness
Mosaic, A Poem
Is full of stains
Painful missteps
Broken pieces of history
Shards spread
Across my memory
I must be delicate
If I am to touch them
Gently trying to make
Some new meaning
Of togetherness