Another Piece Of Me Poem by Cory Jensen

Crushed like wet sand in the hands of a unknowing child
My heart is scattered as carelessly as rose petals on the floor.
God has yet once again, taken one more thing that matters to me.
To make us the people we are, we must take and endure these scars.
It takes a lifetime for them to disapper like viral infection.
Words I wish to say to Him taste as bitter as a unswallowed pill.
Heat rises to my cheeks as I speak mumbled words.
She was my other third of my soul, of my life and heart.
Woven from the same, unperfect fabric that lays in Heaven's rooms.

Stricken as a women who had lost her husband during the war
As she told me those devastating words that cling to me like smoke.
I collapsed as easily as a deck of cards in a hurricane wind.
Why, God, Why? I pleaded and sobbed to the blue skies.
I just want to curl up and let the soul within me deminsh into ash.
I could handle one piece of me being ripped from the blanket
One time only, never again will I be able to take the heartache.
He brought her back to me and I was whole once again.
Barely one year since she had returned to the fabric we have wove
God feels the need to tear off another piece, throw it down the road.

Why, God, Why must you do such a terriable task?
I'm broken like Pristian glass at the sake of a hammer.
Kneeling over sick at the thought of losing another piece of myself.
I can't bring myself to stare into the mirror, in fear of seeing a third.
My other half is a comfort to have, in this time of need
We were inseperatble, we lived and breathed for each other.
One of us starts to hurt, the other two feel the pain as if it was theirs.
We would glow like the World was at our fingertips and nothing would fall.
Strip us of a piece of our souls, we are at the mercy of the World.
I fear that time is the only thing that can heal my wounds.
Doubt clouds my mind in a smoldering wave,
I know that the scars of ripping my soul, will never fade in time.