It fell off the shelf,

Just like Janey said.

I look for the pieces,

And can’t clear my head.

How do they fit?

What was it they made?

I try so hard to see,

But I am afraid.

Afraid to go forward,

Afraid to turn back,

Afraid to stand still,

I’m under attack.

My senses are skewed,

And nothing feels right.

My heart races fast,

I can’t sleep at night.

Who or what can rescue me?

I smoke and drink my therapy.

A coward in a liquored shell,

Better off to burn in Hell.

Piecing out my heart and soul,

With little left to give.

Pray for some sweet cherishment,

To make me want to live.

A hollowness of aching dread,

And endless points to grieve.

Are wearing down my once strong soul,

I have to make them leave.

I scrape together broken pieces,

That fell shattered on the floor.

I start with only one small piece,

And then I find one more.

I find a drop of love,

I was saving just in case.

It squeezes slowly from my heart,

And holds the piece in place.

 A sudden burst of hope and faith,

Leaps across my mind.

And in my heart I feel more,

Drops of love with time.

Maybe it will take some time,

To mend this brokenness.

And place this back upon the shelf,

To bring my soul some rest.

Learning lessons in our lives,

To each we are endowed.

Fully capture yours to hold,

And with them turn around.