Picking Up the Pieces

A poem

Photo by Deji Akinyele on Unsplash

Someday they will find that you stopped picking up the pieces
and left them scattered on the ground.
Someday we’ll fly closer to the sun as the sky calls us home and gravity stops holding us down.
Someday they will know that you fought the devil on your tongue and won.
Someday when the days are long and the nights aren’t tender,
forgotten stardust will be remembered.
Someday—if they expand their horizons—
they will find the antidote to misery at long last;
pick up the pieces and build a different house with a clean heart.