Pieces of Me
I have left different pieces,
a heartbreak here,
oh sure a typical fare,
a part of my soul belongs over there,
and somehow along the way,
I always discover another day.
There is this mountain top,
oh not the ‘free at last’ memoir,
yet, it is a place where I recall,
I left many pieces of me there that day,
having since noticed it to be paved away.
I can grasp the reality of my way,
only as one would suggest,
when all of my chakra’ point a similar way,
that is the truth,
a place where seldom might I hide,
the easily swayed part of me I’d say.
I fell in love with her this way,
a manner I’d speak of only with she,
while eyes would take me to new regions,
well beyond the hilltop, inside a forest
one might imply,
is the only place a wild remote may stay.
Those pieces of my life,
I’d sometime rather not say,
would help define the whole of me today,
if only I could ever balance,
ever discover that natural breeze,
helps cool the rage remains when run astray.