In Pieces

Rubbed raw and thin

Pounded, broken down

Worn

Wearied by the rolling days

Upon days

Of being needed

Groping hands and hearts clawing, begging

Lives screaming, wanting, taking

All of me

I’m less, and it hurts

Humbled, inadequate, failing, stumbling

Facades falling

I have nothing left to stand on

This is the road You have me on

Glory from brokenness, abundance in drought,

Magnify yourself in what remains

Of me

Pieces, I am only pieces

Falling apart and being put back together