I see myself splintered on the floor
Chunks and pieces
bigger than my head and invisible-
And it's beautiful to me
Now.
The pieces of stained glass
I was told were sharp and dangerous
Call me like a match to a pyromanic.
I look at the puzzle
I've been trying to put back together
And I see how
Nothing looks right
With these so called
Ugly pieces-
this odd shaped one...pride I think they call it
and this one
the one that doesn't fit next to the Catholic one
independence from....everybody....fits right in the
middle
and the one I'm still not ready to put in place
my whole other half
I'm just not ready
Or it could just be
one of those trick puzzles
Where they give you too many pieces.
Birth sign: Gemini
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