Broken Pieces





-poem by Deial Johnson
Broken pieces
Breathing now
And mending itself to a whole
Of trust and happiness.

   Broken pieces,
  Of a world of four
  Come together and form a home,
  Colorful, 
  Beautiful,
  Of love and concern 
  With unmatched memories innumerable.

  Broken pieces transform itself,
  Immortalize itself.

  Broken pieces now no longer remain broken.









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