Pieces

At the moment when I thought I could let go

I found myself trying to cling to the fragments that remained

Shattered memories

 I wanted to put them back together

But the pieces just didn’t seem to fit

Cut too short, others too big

No matter how I tried to place them

They just end up overlapping or drifting apart

If you’ve always lived in the light then you won’t know what darkness is, and if you’ve only experienced happiness then you can’t recognize real sorrow. You have to experience all of life to be truly alive.