Broken?

Am I broken?
Was I broken?
Where are the pieces?
I’ve looked and looked.

I feel whole,
I felt empty,
Now I feel
Full.

What was once broken,
Healed.
Or, at least,
Mended for now.

The broken pieces,
Since are no where to found,
Weren’t meant to be there,
In the first place.

There’s a reason,
I was broken,
To heal
As the person
I am today.

Maybe I should quit looking
for the broken pieces.
They’ve fallen off,
And honestly,
I dont miss them.

Such a burden to carry,
So heavy on my heart.
Memories,
Meant to be left alone.

Maybe a sigh of relief,
That the broken pieces are gone.
A bit of gratitude,
Of not getting them back.

But never a thank you
For breaking me.

~Carrie Labiak ~