The day the basket of beads scattered
Nothing was the same and nothing mattered
The beads rolled everywhere
The colours of the rainbow everywhere
The dreams of achievements shattered
My confidence left tattered
It is hard to gather all the beads
Rolling away, elusive are these beads
Gathering myself to make me whole
Is difficult, when like beads parts of myself roll
Just out of reach, they seem
Like those fractured scenes of a dream
When I get to one another bead escapes me
When I find humour, courage escapes me
Will I ever be able to gather these beads of me?
And make a basket that is whole me!
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