For pieces,
Like within
a puzzle
scattered about.
Though holding,
A shiny
Sparkling
Color coat covering.
For You're
Seemingly unwhole
Bearing pain,
Left distraught.
Grasping for ahold
Of Your sanity,
For Your
Reality may crossover
into the unknown.
Though,
God says,
Dear child,
For I'll
Position You
In the present.
For You're
Brokenly Blessed.
Even though,
You're hurting
While healing,
Is resulting in
A reformed
Heart like anew.
