The Pieces of Me
Within Bits of the World
"What is your favorite thing in the whole wide world?"
I cannot answer that in short
For I have not yet explored nor met what the whole wide world has to offer
I have only been privy to bits and pieces of her and can only remark upon those which have brought me the fondest of keepsakes and memories
Because I am not even able to tell you my favorite thing about my own self
For I, too, have only gotten to explore and meet myself in bits and pieces
And some of the bits have left me in pieces
And some of the pieces do not always fit
And I feel out of place, like parts of me belong to someone else
Like I am not wholly me
Maybe, perhaps, that is for good reason, though
Maybe, not all of the pieces are supposed to fit
Perhaps, because not all of the pieces are mine
I have tried, in vain, to shove and mold into myself the pieces they told me would solve the puzzle
But the pieces always feel wrong
And, though, I do whatever I can to swallow that feeling
The pieces scratch and pierce and aggravate my soul, rendering it raw
And I cannot keep hidden the agony they lend me
The urge to have even a small sense of control of my own being always escapes me
Making a mess of the pieces they infected me with
I have still tried to learn how to love those versions of myself
To love all the pieces, to no avail
So, you see, I cannot answer simply nor with certainty what my favorite thing is in the whole wide world
For I have only gotten to know and love her in narrow bits and pieces
And within those pieces, I can only speak upon the bits that are the most beautiful to me
For I have only gotten to know and love my own self in just bits and pieces
About the Creator
A_Skeleton_Speaks
Formerly: Introducing Poetry
Writing allows me to release
All that holds me
Hope you enjoy the journey with me on a path to healing and growth!
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