I am whole
but not put together
I am a whole entire
mess of scattered pieces
unnumbered with
peculiar edges
not knowing
where they fit
A puzzle with
missing pieces
A broken glass
gathered in
a dust pan
I am whole
stitched and bandaged
bound by solvents
my crevasses
filled by
unknown substances
chemicals
who's compounds
do not match
my own
artificially
fabricated into
a presentable
discussion piece
I am whole
but despite being whole
could I ever
really be
together
even after I've
shattered
About the Creator
Aubrey Boucher
I am a 20-year-old girl from Connecticut who's always had a passion for writing poetry and short stories.
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