My life, My Tapestry

By Aarron Mondello

27/11/2017

All the pieces were on the ground
Of a life that was lied to me
And whenever I tried to walk
I sliced and cut my feet
On the the shards scattered around
The shards of broken memories

I began to pick the pieces up
Tried to find how they all fit
Tried to match the edges up
But they refused to knit
There was something missing in this puzzle
That held all these little bits

It was like trying to write a story
When your pen has no ink
It was like trying to keep it all together
When you’re so close to the brink
It forced me to stop and look
To stop and really think

I saw nothing around at first
When I stopped to stare
Nothing there was in my life
That made me want to care
But bit by bit I began to see
What was really there

I noticed first the sun warmed me
So I can’t have been dead
Then the sounds of their voices
Rose a joyous rapture in my head
And soon the happy memories returned
From all the years that had fled

It was hard and long the path I walked
To find the beauty again
To hear the simple joy there is
In the sound of falling rain
And to defy and defeat the deep belief
That I was destined for only pain

But now I stand before you
Cradling my broken bits
I’ve learned to love the damage done
And the way it all seems to fit
Into this beautiful tapestry of my life
That only I can weave and knit.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


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