at my feet
were particles of rock and sand,
meeting the sea
that had carried away
some of my pieces.
it reminded me
of my past:
never thinking i could overcome
some more than difficult obstacles. never thinking i could be more than one of his dragged pieces.
he was the sea, i was a shard.
my scarring history,
was hitting replay on itself again.
the memories returned,
and i just crumbled.
it all
came
back.

~mine