Mosaic

It was a personality ago that I shattered.
A trillion tiny pieces left dangling
Until fear and failure forced them to finally fall.
Long before cancer.
And long before I knew it was you
Throwing stones.
It’s hard to hide in a glass house
I should have seen right through you
But that’s not my fault, like it usually is. It’s yours.
For not believing I was strong enough
to go back and find all the pieces
And make an even more beautiful mosaic out of me.