By ©Anne Goggans
You might think yourself strong Made of stone With integral permanent strength Yet damaged, cracks crumble Bits of you Fall and scatter Chip, crack, disburse As the driest earth flakes, shed Just debris now These glimpses into a past no longer known All but gone A jumbled pile Then just a pebble To look back On a path Of your scattered self Pieces of you Never again to come together The same way Yet show you where you've been Your journey Your path To this ©Anne Goggans all rights reserved