Sometimes we fall

And we don’t know

How to pick ourselves up

Sometimes we shatter

Into a thousand pieces

And it is left to

Someone diligent

And patient enough

To collect them all

In those moments

It takes someone

Who knows

What we look like


To piece us back together

It’s really hard to find

Those types of people

Often they find

Us first

It’s hard to

Seek solace outside of self

I assumed I

Would be the last

Thing I could possibly


But I did

I am thankful

For those

Who bring me

Home again.

Mia King