I thought you would help me put my heart back together. Now I’m just sitting here with all the bleeding fragments. Bleeding fragments. Broken and bruised. Bits if past and present blend together. Mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My heart. It has experienced loss and trauma. Pain and neglect. Abuse and abandon. Rejection and dejection.
There is a part of me that will never be whole. I can’t reconstruct the last and the gaping holes can’t be filled by a family I never had. A loving mother. A supportive father. A caring brother. If will never happen. And it know that now.
There will always be a jagged line running through my heart. A path formed over the course of a lifetime. Lines with. Tears and paved with pain, this jagged line has made me who I am. For better or worse. Stitched with hope.