Pieces

I shattered on the ground,
With force and impact.
Tiny fragments spilled around,
Well, I did try to make a pact.

I’m not gonna start over,
I don’t wanna pick up the pieces.
Life is nothing like a clover,
It’s full of twists and teases.

I’ll try to piece myself again,
Even though there’s a million shards.
Just please don’t let it rain,
Or I might find this quest hard.

I’m halfway through the storm,
But a part of me became a particle.
Will I be able to retain my form?
Or will I dwindle in this obstacle?

I found the last piece,
The missing shard of hope.
It was all with an ease.
And nothing I can’t cope.