So not complete



Take a seat

I’m needing

A return

To the feeling

Before the burn

Was beginning

It’s take over

I’m unfinished

Can you help me see

The missing parts of me

The puzzle’s undone

I’m wondering alone

In a darkness

Of my own design

I’m afraid of the light


What I’m missing

Is the hand of beginning

Left me wondering

Inside reminders

Of the echo

Of love

From womb

He teases me

With well wishes over

Phone lines

I’m the broken

Porcelain glass


And he’s the one who began

My journey

Into life


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