Resting In Pieces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Resting In Pieces



Resting in pieces of being, stretching legs and arms, not reaching for any of them, happy to see them lying on the floor.
Where once I was whole, now being broken into many shards and pieces, not letting any one near enough to help me sweep them up.
No more conflicts, no arguments to speak of anymore.

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