The poem begins as if you are picking up pieces of shattered memories, gluing them back together. And that scared me because I could feel a bad outcome coming. Then it changes in tone twice, once when you reveal that this is a blend of reality and imagination, then it changes again to a cathartic, comforting ending. Which surprised me and really made me respect this poem. I can relate to it too. There’s wisdom here, too. I think wisdom is the right word. Also, ‘picknicking’— wonderfully poetic.

Wow, thank you so much! I am sorry I didn’t see this comment till today but I needed a boost of confidence and this is very much appreciated! Thanks.