Wondering .. How you do it..

See right through it all to the heart of me...

the nitty gritty

the good the bad and the ugly.

Wondering Why ... I can't see it too.. the good...

I wonder... do you see even more ?

I question how there is so much of me that others don't see

or ones that know take forgranted..

Yet you have seen it all.

does that make me whole?

Pieces of me seem to always be  scattered.. and unsure.. and never whole

But... somehow in your eyes.. and in your arms

I am no longer fragmented.

my jagged edges are softened ..

and somehow.. I belong...

and no longer fear... breaking...

Hold me ... make me whole..

Let me feel your strength..

When I am so so weak..

I've never felt like this before...

it has never felt like home...

But somehow.. fragmented.. broken and pieced together

that is where I am