How can I hide
from myself?
Can a tree rid itself
of its branches
twigs or leaves?
Can I just disappear
leaving my self behind?

The broken pieces
the vanished hopes
are parts of life
and can't be severed-
they remain within
the fabric that makes
a person what he is-
such he has no choice
but to accept in heart and mind

himself he must hold together
all else set aside and despite
then nothing of him will be segmented
and wholesomeness he will ultimately find.