Pieces

 In the morning you find me
 Broken on the floor
 Then sit for hours
 Fitting the pieces back together
 And searching for those missing
          under the bed.

 There will be hidden
 The memories of childhood
 Dark secrets buried deep
 And fragments of truth
          fallen in the crevices.

 You pick up a piece of that light
 Watch it glow in your hand
 Crystalised tears of joys and
          pain endured
 But you do not realise
          that they are yours.

November 7, 2002

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