disparate

we are mosaics

laid out to set in the sun
we shine

bits of metal
broken shards
of ceramics and glass
bound to boards
with grout and grit

so similar we are
yet not

telling a millions different tales
but one story
of beauty through adversity

that it matters not
how we've shattered
if we gather
to artfully arrange
the scavenged detritus
of our souls

knowing - greater than the sum
of all our disparate parts
is our whole