Fragments

Everywhere I go I see little broken pieces of me. I try to pick them up if I can, but sometimes I have to leave them where they stand. Those are the ones that leave the scars. The ones who've locked themselves behind bars. The unforgettable parts, the necessary, unattainable shards of heart. I continue to gather the pieces to this puzzle,you see, you're one of the pieces too,like me.  I sit and look at the big picture, and even with the missing parts it's a noteworthy fixture, because you can tell it all goes together, That at one time it was better. That there is a place for each one no matter how different they are. No matter how separate , or lost afar. We are all Fragments of one whole. A whole that is Fragmented.