All the Broken Pieces
by Michael Doyle

When our sanity has turned to treason,
We make up every kind of reason.
It seems like our life is by misconception,
When we fall for our own self-deceptions.

It's next to tragic applied to our family,
In the conflicts between you and me.
We forgetfully get lost in the sorrow
We had to overcome for our better tomorrows.

We forget the kindnesses of yesterday,
All that has been given becomes thrown away.
Instead of what once felt like a fantasy,
We convince ourselves that we bear the worst misery.

All the broken pieces are revealed.
There's no need for it to be concealed.
The broken bits are part of the story
That steep our lives in transformative glory.

All of life can be given due dignity
When it's given fundamental decency.
These are the things worth fighting for,
The choices of love become valuable all the more. 

It's horrid how things can be made to be seen,
As if the many parts of a shattered dream.
Though once the sheen of beauty shone,
When given to the jackals, the shine is soon gone.

Life held in its intended hug can be a fairytale
Where even in the rains, tender joy prevails.
Let's dance forever with the right attitude.
Grace and generosity are borne in our gratitude.

Dreamers together fight the harshness united
Where prayed for miracles are derided.
But somehow they still happen every day.
This is the beauty of gratitude's way.

(c) November 14, 2025   Michael Doyle
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