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Yours is wonderful! You are really gifted... I wrote my poem ,, because my mind just would not quit working on the way I felt.. I am writeing a couple of books,, and one of them talks about how people walk around everyday with holes in them...holes that no one can see or that can be filled...and you would never know it to look at them ... I feel like swiss cheese sometimes!!!

Viv/diana

Original Post: Scattered Pieces

I crawl around upon the floor, looking , looking for pieces of my broken heart..... Searching, searching, for just one more part....

Trying to find the pieces to make myself whole... Trying to fit the pieces of my shattered soul...

So many promises ,,so many lies.... So many years,,isn't it funny how time flies...

I wanted so much,,so very much to believe.. before finally gaining the strength to leave...

Now I search around in this empty place... I look endlessly in this vacant space... for the pieces I can't replace....

The original will never be quite whole ... all these broken and missing pieces that make up my essential soul.....

by me,