It’s not that I am nothing
or, was nothing
without this piece I found.
Looking back
I feel I was less
still not nothing.
If I were void
how could you possibly belong?
What empty space would you fill in my meaningful whole?
The way you have complimented my previous form
created a new existence in the present.
That is my proof.
And yet, it is hard to imagine my current form as
fragmented
shattered, but spliced together like a collage of things
made broken.
I regret nothing.
I couldn’t be as I am without you.
I couldn’t
be.
Logically, you could just have been a relatively delayed destiny
a right to existence.
About the Creator
Noah Rodriguez
A multiracial gay med student/writer and NYC native. I believe identity is something that is creatively built, discovered, shared, and transformed, and healing can come from that.
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