Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces I have been searching unsure if God has created my definition of a soul-mate, In vain I have walked a testimony to one heart being broken a thousand times how much more can I take. The emptiness that wallows within the depths of my soul describes the loneliness of a broken woman, I remain unconvinced any one person can truly understand so under the covering of darkness within the shadows I stand. Silence seems to be my only source of escape because when my words are released most tend to just focus on the surface of me, My pleas go unheard as some believe they have found a trophy that's only skin deep and have forgotten "I AM What Is Within Me." Beyond what you can imagine is buried beneath the surface of my skin if you would just listen, I would never ask for something I am not willing to give in return so mutual understanding should be a given. Who am I to bare the burdens of a woman unashamed to beg for the return of her yesterdays when I still believed in love, Or is it too complicated to grasp the same woman can be a gentle and loyal to a thug. I'm still searching past, present, and future for someone or something I might have missed, Until my heart finds a place of solace where my thoughts seek and find understanding, I'll question does he really exist. The mate that my bones are taken from, the one with whom I will be forced to rely on In times of fear and in times of darkness will he rise and be my sun? A heart faintly beating with each mistake it has been weakened, Anticipating the next hurt as it searches for a love that it can truly believe in. Puzzle pieces just waiting to be put in place, Memories that last forever that I never want to face. Determined to capture the moments of yesterday's hurts in a frame ensuring myself that next time won't be the same, Yet these broken pieces still remain.