Pieces

Can someone find me,
hold me,
tell me it’s okay?
Just tell me I’ll be alright, 
tell me it’s okay to cry. 

I’ve been strong 
for so long, 
and it feels like 
I’ve cracked
shattered,
collapsed.  

Can anyone help me 
stand again?
Give me my pieces
and help me put myself 
together again?

It’ll only take 
a moment- 
a breath to 
pull me to my feet, 
a breath to 
hand me my pieces, 
a breath to 
put me together. 

Please? 

I never ask,
but I’m asking now. 
All I need is a moment,
a hand, 
a smile. 

I’ve been strong 
for so long, 
and it feels like 
I’ve cracked
shattered,
collapsed.  

A breath 
and then- 
a hand reaches down, 
a face smiles,
and I’m pulled to my feet, 
handed my pieces, 
some tape, 
and some help. 

    ~Madeline 

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