Why do I feel like segments of pieces torn into?
I gather myself up and yet I still seem to be a mess scattered about
Catching up and yet never quite meeting the mark, I fall short often
Funny thing is, I try to live, I try to exist and not just in happiness or in the moment
I reach for that true Joy, the ultimate bliss, sometimes in my fragmented state I’m able to touch it
But only when I remember that life is a gift and that my days are not promised to be, but most of all
that my existence is not some scientific evolution but a purposed filled destination of endurance
so I will continue to pull myself together in all my scattered pieces until one day I am truly reconnected and whole!