I gave you the precious pieces of me,
The ones I didn’t want the world to see.
I trusted you to hold them carefully—
These intricate, delicate pieces of me.
Woven into the seams of my identity,
Each part is a fragment of who I could be.
But bit by bit, they slipped away,
Scattered in the echoes of yesterday.
Perception blurred, my world askew,
Identity fractured, unsure of what’s true.
Emotions unravelled, I fought to cope,
Cognition strained, yet clinging to hope.
Engagement faltered, connections grew thin,
Self-awareness whispered, “Rebuild within.”
So now I gather the pieces again,
Not broken, but patiently trying to mend.
Each one a lesson, a scar, a friend,
A story to tell, a truth to defend.
Delicate, intricate, essential to be—
Reclaiming the precious pieces of me.
(Perception, Identity, Emotion, cognitive, engagement & self-awareness) - A space where poetry meets self-discovery.
This page is an open diary—a place where words unravel emotions, question reality, and piece together the human experience. Rooted in both creativity and science, my poetry explores resilience, mental health, and the intricate connection between thought and feeling. Here, expression is not just art; it’s a path to understanding.
