So many pieces scattered on the ground,
Miniscule and microscopic,
How long have I spent trying to gather them all,
To reassemble the puzzle that is my essence.
Would I even want to build myself the way I was,
I have changed so much that I'm unsure if I can still call all these pieces mine,
Cracks and wounds mended on their own,
Like a healed splintered bone I am stronger than I once was.
Although this life is new to me,
It drapes over so peacefully,
I am not scared of the distance in between,
Who I am and who I used to be.