trying to gather up the pieces of my heart that have been scattered everywhere,
will you take a heart with mismatched pieces?
fingers glued together, late nights of gentle tending,
will you take a heart
with shattered pieces?
The words “All I Am,” razor sharp, prickling, bleeding –
Will you accept a heart with broken pieces/?
Will you take me as I am/?
(Copyright Marie Meyers, 2017. All Rights Reserved.)