By: Megan Finsel
broken fragments on the floor,
catching bits of light,
blood-red spilling rays across the flight.
Down the stairs,
pooling on my
Is there no puzzle piecer present to piece the broken puzzle back together?
Is there no adhesive with which to bind the fragments to one another;
mending what might be lost forever?
Or will they lay there for eternity
bits and pieces,
scattered on the tile?
Will they remain defiled on the floor?
Bio: Words have a great power to me. They can evoke emotions, thoughts, and ideas. They can start and end wars, and they can paint pictures. When I learned I could use words to express myself, I realized I had found my passion. Writing is my way to communicate the complex emotions and thoughts that we all tuck away in the recesses of our hearts. And if I can make at least one person aroused through my writing, then I know I have done my job 🙂