BONE YARROW In my past, I let the ones I love pull me apart and now I am jigsawed. They broke me

BONE YARROW

In my past, I let the ones
I love pull me apart and
now I am jigsawed. They
broke me and I am left
to put the pieces of my
self back together. It’s
arduous when my father
is still holding my arms
and I can barely remember
where the other pieces are.
I will slither through death
valley dunes to find and take
them back. I will sew my
broken bones with yarrow
stems from desert sands
and use it’s flowers to staunch
the blood flowing wounds.