Broken...

Broken pieces fallen by the side
Life hits me with its hammer
Holes left in me I’m trying to hide
Silently I continue, no sigh or murmur

Better to keep the blemishes hidden
For some people are cruel In their kindness
Causing great pain though unbidden
Hurt caused, not mean but in blindness

Living life with parts broken or missing
Make it seem I’m the same as everyone else
People hear but do not listen
Best to just live life and be true to thyself

Somehow through the hands of fate
Or karma thinking I saved an orphanage
I found someone broken and not filled with hate
And like a puzzle or mosaic together we make a beautiful image