I feel undone, unraveled, unmade.
Like I am just my parts, spilled on the floor
Like my sharp-edged pieces don’t fit anymore


I feel like my frame is missing
I have no outline anymore


I am but a ghost, floating above my broken vessel
I am not anything, yet all I am is right here


A mess to behold
A pile of what made me


I have to sort it, comb through it
Find what still belongs
Reject what I can’t hold anymore


I am a masterpiece waiting to be crafted
I am a statue not yet carved
Hiding in the carcass of my old self


I want to bleed out this pain and these mistakes
and all of those people who damaged me


I am not done yet


But I am so lost right now
Yet I am the only light
in my own darkness