Divide me from myself.
Break me into little pieces.
I’m just curious
as to what I am made of.
Build me back up again,
strong and right,
and in your image.
Let no detail escape
your knowing eye
in my reconstruction.
I never had a thought,
but to save.
You were always saving
in return.
I turned to look in the mirror
and saw the horror
I had made.
So many old,
dead pieces
sewn on to me.
I was hanging on
by a thread,
quite literally.
It’s time that I
was honest with myself,
and admit
that I was better off
in so many pieces.
Shattered.
Help me,
my old friend.
Put me back together again.
Because, I break
like porcelain.
HG – 2020
