pieces

broken pieces are on the floor
i try to pick them up all at once
but they slip through the cracks.
i don't have a secure feeling
about the pieces, if they're mine
or if they're someone else's.
i'm starting to be able to put
the pieces back together
some are starting to fit snugly and others not.
all the pieces are from my past
and they are trying to tell the story
but some of the pieces
are broken some more because
some different parts hold
different memories of my past
and they share
when the time is apporpriate
some are of ritual abuse,
sexual abuse, emotional abuse,
spiritual abuse and physical abuse.
other memories are of school,
family and friends,
the good and the bad even.
i'm learning about myself
from all these different pieces.
i have been shattered
but i'm being put back together
SLOWLY.

sept 2003