More than damaged goods?

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces when I was seven years old.
It took me almost 26 years to get all the pieces back together.
My heart is still not whole.
I don't think it ever will be.

I wonder when all the pieces are put together, will I be grey and old?
Sometimes I don't think every piece will ever be completely back together.
I have begun to think that my heart will never be whole.
And this is the way it will always be.

It seems when I get done processing one thing that has my heart broken.
Another thing happens and all the work that I did to put it back together is all for nothing.
Must I always be the girl, who only has pain in her heart, or can I experience some love in my heart?
Will anyone ever see me more than damaged goods?

Will I ever feel okay, or will I always be a bit broken?
Will I ever be worth something, other than feeling like I am nothing?
Will I be capable of being loved, or am I just a girl with pain, hurt, and darkness in her heart?
Or will the pain from my childhood leave me with nothing but damaged goods?

©Elizabeth
7/26/22.