Broken Pieces

Broken pieces of yesterday
always hurt.
Good or bad;
They will not come back
To relive or to resolve.
But remain a significant part of your life,
You cannot conceal nor replace.
However in the present they don’t exist,
Anytime On your head, they nest
With no previous notice, with no permission.
Their attack is so harsh
You cannot resist,
Even you pretend to.
Thus,
To handle them gently,
Remains the best.

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