Broken pieces 

After a while at this;

Journeying and living, 

My existence was questioned 

Neither by people in the business 

nor the one I’m answerable 

but by me, myself.

Hurdles and heights,

success and failure rate,

not just mine but those around.

An attempt to find meaning 

to life came crumbling,

shattering at my feet.

I picked up the scraps,

my attempt to start anew.

The best artworks

are made from broken pieces.



Diana M

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