Shards Of Me

Pieces scattered…

I’m gathering what’s mine.

(heal… breathe…)

I walked through fire, felt the cold,

Held broken pieces, left untold.

Every tear, every scar, every night I feared,

I’m finding strength in the pain I’ve cleared.

(light… light…)

The past can whisper, it can pull,

But I hold the shards, I make them whole.

No more hiding, no more blame,

I stitch the soul that bears my name.

I’m mending the shards of me,

Picking up pieces, finally free.

Every fracture, every wound, every part,

I rebuild my world, I heal my heart.

(heal… heal…)

Hands reach out, trust slowly grows,

I learn to love the self I chose.

The cracks are still there, but they shine bright,

A map of survival in the darkest night.

(fire… mend…)

I won’t let the past define my way,

I take the pieces, I choose to stay.

Strong in heart, calm in mind,

I heal the echoes that I find.

I’m mending the shards of me,

Picking up pieces, finally free.

Every fracture, every wound, every part,

I rebuild my world, I heal my heart.

(heal… heal…)

I rise from ashes, I rise from pain,

Every loss has something to gain.

The heart may tremble, the soul may fear,

But healing whispers, “I am here.”

I’m mending the shards of me,

Stronger than ever, finally free.

Every fracture, every wound, every part,

I rebuild my world, I heal my heart.

(heal… heal…)

Shards once scattered…

Now whole…

I am me.