Picking up Pieces

Shattered were my hopes and dreams,
Shattered more, was my heart at its seems,
Seeing the pieces lay there on the ground,
Not knowing how it burst, not hearing the sound,
Each day is a step in the right direction,
Force to heed a heart that beckons.
To walk across sands seeking new horizons,
In search of truths, and how to find them,
If love were game I’d believed I’ve lost this round,
Listening for a beat from my heart, it can’t be found,
Not giving up on hope that Love again can be born a new,
Just giving up on that fact that it’s no longer with you,
Could play the role, and begin to pretend,
Like I never met you, so there was no end,
But in that lie, I’ll forget what I’ve learned,
Doom to repeat the mistakes and not discern,
Those who enter and access my heart,
Then dismantle within and tore apart,
Not intentionally but the results speak for its self,
Which felt right, hastily turned left,
Gathered myself because the journey hasn’t ended,
Love of God comforts, starts the process of mending,
Knowing the old will turn to new,
As I encourage myself and move on through,
To the future knowing that love is not lost
One day try again,
Believing it will be found again,
Within the realms of God, without guilt or sin,
Shattered were my hopes and dreams,
Shattered more was my heart at its seems,
Not seeing the pieces there on the ground,
But found complete in God's hands, safe and sound,