A jigsaw, tipped out on the floor, pieces scattered everywhere.
A pile of leaves, strewn about by an errant wind.
A watercolour painting, left out in the rain.
A calm river, disturbed by a landslide.
A well-worn book, knocked off a park bench and forgotten, out of sight.
A bracelet snagged on a hook, beads lost in nooks and crannies.
An old toy with a rip, dropped in a corner to gather dust.
A scratched CD that skips and stutters.
An unwatered plant, petals crisping and falling to the ground.
A ripped and torn sofa, placed on the side of the road, waiting for an unknown fate.
A ratty cat with a broken meow, sneered at when passed by.
A quivering dog, left at the pound for barking at loud noises.
A threadbare towel only brought out to mop up spillages.
A dull knife at the back of the drawer, scorned for not being sharp.
A faded picture, absentmindedly placed between two pages of an old book.
A bone, fractured and encased in a cast.
I’m going through a difficult time at the moment and wanted to write down how I’m feeling, to see if it helps. I already feel a tad lighter than I did before this, so that’s positive!