Arts and Culture, Poetry

Pieces of Me

grabbing at pieces of me,
everyone wants a piece, a piece of me
to fit their jigsaws missing space
leaving me fractured and unwound
imperfect with holes
hollowed out, left with doubt

Original Poem, Aug 2015, ©alittlecornerofme

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