The Unpublished Poems

~splintered~

Splintered away

Somehow still accepting

This version-

As real, true

But now,

The other half

Of me,

Wandering around in a broken daze

Subject to the harsh lights

So much

I'm not used to

Give me time give me space

And maybe, just maybe

I'll heal enough

To pull myself into something,

Fractured pieces

Aside,

Maybe maybe

Part of a broken whole,

Here, now

once again 

struggling

to understand 

this identity that's mine, 

yet not, 

me,

but not me 

glazed over, 

and gone 

........

i wrote this at a kind of rough spot. it feels very true, though, in a sense. 

-🌌