Days blending into one.
Can't tell one from the other.
It's all just...
one big blur
that used to be a life.
MY life.
And now,
I can't even tell.
I search
for the missing pieces
but they've been gone
for a long time now.
The pieces
taken apart bit by bit
and thrown to the sky.
And piece by piece
and tear by tear
I re-find myself
only to give it away.
They're more important than me.
Walking alone
in the ruins
and I find something.
A piece
of my once whole heart.
And it reads-
Be brave,
they need you.
And I'm still searching
and I'm still holding on
for the people
who don't even see me.
Jan.-27-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem