In pieces.

When my heart left my body
It took my mind and my soul with it.
I existed as an imposter
Clinging to ideas that weren’t my own.
Changing the body I once viewed as a sacred home.
My bones break and my hands shake.
With every second I try to put one foot in front of the other
To god I pray, that he might be able to hold me in place.

Here I am, desperate to operate as a whole.
When I’ve separated my being into tiny counterparts.
That ache to be reunited at large before I slowly decompose.   
Its a no wonder your exhausted.
Using your strength to build a house that has had its foundation removed
Is fighting a battle in which you were born to lose.
I will use every inch of me
To collect back each piece by piece.
And build an even stronger me.
- In pieces.