Pieces of me
F l o a t i n g
S
i
n
k
i
n
g
Hiding below the surface
Keeping them submerged takes effort
Drains energy
Makes the pieces feel like a secret
wrong
shameful
What if
I lose them
Buried deep
Out of sight
Out of mind
Never to be seen again
The fear seems foolish sometimes
but terrifyingly real
To be always incomplete
Never able
To put the pieces back together
What if my self didn’t need to fragment
For others’ comfort
Their easy understanding
And acceptance
Wholeness is hard to imagine
Especially for the pieces that started to s
u
b
m
e
r
g
e
before memory began
What a wonderful dream though
To always have access to all of your parts and pieces
To in fact not have pieces
To just be
One person
Complete
And whole
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 5:59 PM UTC
Pieces of me
F l o a t i n g
S
i
n
k
i
n
g
Hiding below the surface
Keeping them submerged takes effort
Drains energy
Makes the pieces feel like a secret
wrong
shameful
What if
I lose them
Buried deep
Out of sight
Out of mind
Never to be seen again
The fear seems foolish sometimes
but terrifyingly real
To be always incomplete
Never able
To put the pieces back together
What if my self didn’t need to fragment
For others’ comfort
Their easy understanding
And acceptance
Wholeness is hard to imagine
Especially for the pieces that started to s
u
b
m
e
r
g
e
before memory began
What a wonderful dream though
To always have access to all of your parts and pieces
To in fact not have pieces
To just be
One person
Complete
And whole
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