Every Day! ! Poem by sophia hayyat

Every morning, i wake up arranging jigsaw of my shattered-self.
With care and lot of struggle i reconstructed to replace all parts to Theirright place
I reconstruct them protecting against hostile forces.
Everyday, i convinced myself that by evening it would be strong.
Standing firmly outliving all evils.
I hope and wait to see it well-composed.

Every evening, what happens is quite reverse.
Scattered to all unreachable limits.
I cry and collect it.
Toiling to recompose it.
Every evening, i find it in even more tiny complex pieces.
All i am left with is broken-self.
I look around and wonder what struck it this time?
But nothing really comes forth.
I look around for assistance...
I find none but people engeged in unteing their knots.
Knitting their own 'context'.
I return with streams trickling down;
Undeciphered, misunderstood.
I regret it why i entangled myself to this an extent.
Why can't i redo it?
Where's my 'man' to return me to my original mosaic?
To whome alone i might make sense...
Is it the only illusion i am left with?

Everynight i sleep burying unsolved riddles with hope of 'New Day! '