I lost myself the other day and found myself falling swiftly through the air of destruction hitting the ground--crushed by the weight of my burden resulting in a complete dispersion of the fragments of my fragmented being— looked down and saw the frail corpse of my appearance laying at my exposed feet
leaving my body at the scene, I began the search for the scattered pieces of my spirit
As I walked down the road you joined me and I found a piece of my poise in the fabric of your support, and you sewed it together so I could wear it When I walked past your sepulcher I found my tears buried in the ashes of your intelligence , and I left them there with you As I travelled through your gallery I found my creativity in the strokes of your brush and I seized them as my own When I passed through our discourse I found my cognitive empathy, and in the presence of our fracas', I let it grow durable When I ran through your teachings I found my intellect in the beauty of your mind and I dedicated my fervor to you As you join me in the search for myself I am eager for what pieces I may find in you, and I cherish this feeling because it is the perception of love
A few years ago I reached a point in my life where I believed there was nothing more that life could offer me. I found myself sitting on a windowsill with my legs hanging in the air. While I never physically jumped, metaphorically I did. This event made me realize just how broken I was and once I recovered, I began the search that I describe in the poem. Each instance in this poem where I find a piece of myself is a specific moment in my life and each instance has a specific person attached, but they will remain nameless as I refer to all of them as "you".