Fallin Apart Poem by Fallen Pixie

My world feel down around me,
as I watched it splat on the ground.
I looked at the pieces that made me
happy, sad, glad, mad, or any of the above.
And I wept for my world, it would never
be the same, for now it was
all over the ground.
I wondered if I would ever find someone to help me pick up my pieces
and fit my world back together.
I looked at the shattered pieces
that I once called life, and I
knew that I would never be the same.
Even once the pieces are back together
again, they will be in different spots,
and different times.
I would become a different person
simply because my life had to be
rebuilt from the ground up.
Yet, I know that in the end that’s
the way life is, we live and let live,
go and make ourselves stronger.
Our lives fall to pieces, yet we pick
them back up.
We are one person when it falls,
and a whole different person when
it is back together again.
There will be people to help us rebuild it,
and people who help us break it.
So we decide who is worth it all? ?