We Are All Broken

When we are born, we are all broken.

We shatter the moment we open our eyes.

We are all but a billion tiny pieces-

like a puzzle of irrelevant fragments.

Then we might see our mothers, 

or a least the ones who stood by as we were birthed

and one of our fragments may click into place.

Slowly but surely we find ourselves slowly becoming whole.

Eventually thouse fragments make pieces

 those pieces might make a half 

and before the very end, if you're very lucky, 

you may even get to be whole

From the day we are born we are all but a puzzle

one that takes time and care to put together

but with enough effort we may yet complete it,

we may become that amazing person we are destined to become.