Pieces

Was alive, was breathing, I died, then saw. I survived, started healing, then I lost it all. Separated many pieces, some still connected, many strayed alone, some lost forever, some found their way home. Some piece by piece, fitting awkward in their places. Some found a home, separated by new faces. Some still trapped in horror, lost, some floating in the sea. Do I need all the pieces, to save what’s left of me? The parts still together, took apart for me to see, That the parts lost forever, are not needed to be me. New pieces carved with love, set gently in old places, creates a now new home, with new friends and loving faces.