A Hundred Pieces Of my Broken heart

I hold them in my trembling hands,

A hundred jagged pieces of my heart,

Each one a scar of a wound that bled,

Each one a story of love that's departed.

Some fell out slowly, over time,

Some ripped away without a sound,

But each one left me weak and blind,

Each one left me broken on the ground.

I try to put them back together,

But the edges don't quite fit,

No matter how I try, it's never better,

The pain lingers,

The pain lingers,

Like a shadow in the night,

It follows me wherever I go,

I cannot seem to make it right.

But still I hold onto these pieces,

As a reminder of what once was,

Of the love that I cannot release,

The memory that will not fade because,

Though my heart may be in tatters,

I know it still has the power to love,

So I'll keep these shards of shattered,

Pieces of my broken heart,

And hope that one day they'll be enough.

Latif The Sacred poet/ Abdullatif Khalid Eberhard