Falling Apart

You made me what I am.

Crafted me with love

From pieces that came to you,

Unrefined and new.

Filled with potential.

You made me what I am.

Shoddily assembled me,

As if you couldn’t care less.

Handled my pieces roughly,

Tough hands

All over me

All over my soul

Until I had had enough.

You made me what I am.

Allowed me to slowly degrade and fall apart.

Pieces clattering to the ground and fracturing.

Exposing my soul;

Exposing my heart.

You made me what I am.

And yet it is I who is left alone,

Reassembling and repairing myself time after time.

Lines up lines of cracks decorate me

You made me what I am,

And there’s no turning back.

by Emma Carter
Words In Motion 2014