Fractured pieces, those parts of a life
that have splintered and fallen apart
are much too hard to remember.
They live silently in your heart.
But you never forget them or how they came
as you try to leave them behind.
A splinter or two winces and hurts
as once again you find
it surfacing again out of the blue
with scenes that brought it about.
Why did it happen? What was I thinking?
Finally it leaves you in doubt.
If I let my guard down and don't take care
do I now have just what it takes
to walk the straight and narrow path
and avoid the big mistakes?
There is no guarantee in anyone's life
that pain won't ever come.
But those fractured pieces that have healed
will help you not to succumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i LOVE it! its amazing and and i cant beleive how much it relates to real life