Once again, I feel it snaking it's way through my emotions Through some magic door I've yet to discover Relief floods through me, still wary As I begin to reassemble the pieces Who I once was Who I will be Sometimes the pieces cannot be repaired So I fashion myself anew from my learnings Cycling through assembly, oneness, and broken I know this may happen again Maybe, in time, I may be able to prevent this self destruction But for now, here I am