How do I fit all the pieces together? No longer can they go back nicely in the box Stuffed back in, and ready for another day They can’t, they won’t. Neither do I want them to. Raw Unsettled Exposed Vulnerable Layers of Emotions Swirling No beginning And yet no end. A massive mixing pot. The mind and heart Battling fiercely to distinguish How to put it back together? Where do I go from here? Shame? No longer welcome Yet the remnants remain Messages from the past Powerful, foreboding Dark. Familiar Am I broken? Cracked beyond repair? Will I ever be fully mended? Is that even obtainable? I strive desperately for healing Yet for what gain? Only to be side swiped. Jolted Joy? What the hell is that? So close Yet miles and miles beyond reach. In the mixing pot My chair is BROKEN It’s uneven, and not like the rest. Can it fit at the table? Is there room for my crooked leg? I have a limp from years ago. Life has left lasting impact. My chair is TAINTED Its di...