Fragments

Broken, scattered all around
  pieces glint in the sun.
Your foot kicks another piece
  down the sidewalk.
You reach to pick it up,
  wanting to reconnect.
What has been broken, you?
  do you know even how
To begin to heal and come
  together once more?
Or do the pieces reflect
  what you have become?
Never joined, too far gone,
  and yet the beauty
In the colors now, in the
  sunshine scattered
Means something more has
  begun to shine in you.