Scattered!

I have seen

myself scatter like a dried loaf

crum by crum

falling out

Gale carrying it

And dropping it mercilessly

Hither and thither

The pieces of my heart

Thrown helter-skelter

Under the bus

Over a cliff

Of despondency and pain

Some pieces found home for

A moment or two

Only to be swept away

By the keeper...

The pieces piled on

With a heap of dirty garbage

Of repentance, of hurt and loss...

Few parts died ...

Couldn't survive the agony

And some remained steady

The storm finally pitied the remains

And carried them to the river

Of grace ...

Where the broken pieces finally dissolved

To once and forever be

baptised ...

and renewed in their true

form,

the formless ... 

~Shryja

© Shreeja Jhawar