I am a mosaic
Created from bits and pieces
Of a fragmented past.
I am made from scattered and broken dreams, distant memories
Littered across my ever extending lifetime
Gathered together and given new shape
Perhaps by hope and love.
That are repeatedly broken,
Time and time again
They are stirred and shaken
My pieces are continuously rearranged
Creating each time a picture
A picture far more beautiful than before.
In this way however,
I am never truly broken
For I am only periodically reshaped.
Each piece holds endless beauty and value
Given a new place, a new meaning
Leaving room for interpretation
For a new perspective
That only intensifies my depth.
I am a mosaic, a world of wonder and awe
For every stranger passing by.