Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
of sorts. Fragments
of the past grow
into things I know.
In all of my years,
tears dropped,
and some memories
lost. Tossed out.
The day I break
will be the day
I meet my fate.
At any rate, I piece
it all together.
Forever, I will be
at peace. Each
day, I give you
a piece of me,
so one day, I can
set myself free.