Shreds of Dignity, like confetti strewn,
Once whole, but now torn
In the silence echoes remain
Of what was once only a grain
As I look at the scattered bits
I long to be whole again
Overcoming every pain
No matter how deep they are
Heal every scar
As I gather the scattered bits
each mocking, not valuing and taunt
returns as powerful and continues to haunt
once more and equally hard
hurt by every shard
As I hold the scattered bits
I will need my resilience
And a lot of patience
To hold the fragile parts
So they don’t fall apart
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