Fragments of myself

Who I was made like sea glass,

It's shape lost and dulled by the unforgiving waves of life.

I sit in silence, wondering who still thinks of me.

I wonder Where each piece of my lost soul could unfold.

While some may be jaggered, painful and cold.

I hope that most feel comfortable hold.

My soul is lost to a million pieces,

with each conscienceness a new story is told.

While some pieces were broken by others,

the sea made it truely devolve.

A sea of my own decisions,

behold what I have divulged.

Sometimes I sit and wonder,

if I'll ever be what I was told.

Who I was, now made lifeless and cold.

This bottle now made into sea glass,

Will never return to my hold.