I was a glass thrown
Shattered into shards, too many for me to find
My soul spilt out dripping down
My being, like Humpty Dumpty, in so many pieces it seemed I’d never be put back together again
But Father Time gathered me back with his dust pan and brush
Every day he puts a part of me back in place
The broken edges aren’t smooth as they once were
Mother Love has begun to pour my soul back in
Filling me up slowly
I look a little different
But I am still me