Mosaic

Facts lay before us;
bare and often half understood

Our minds build mosaic world views

From every broken thought – every thoughtless word
Comb out; creator through the ugly, misused and abused

Make out the face people want to see
Colors bright enough to hide the flaws

We used to show our hearts on our faces
Little children only concerned with butterflies

But then opinions came at us like baseball bats
smashing our porcelain faces

Leaving us hopelessly to rummage through the pieces
Bleeding fingers, trying to put our broken truths back together  

But finding they don’t fit