Pieces

I was alive, I was breathing, I died, then I started to see.

I survived, started healing, then began learning to be free.

Separated all the pieces, I'd let some float off in pairs, let

many stray alone, then some got lost forever, the rest left looking
for their home..

Some pieces, thought needed, fit awkward in tight places.

Some found old homes, some fell, broke, and then faded.
Some still trapped in horror, lost. Some floating in the sea.
Did I need all those pieces, to have saved what was left of me?
If the parts were still together, then took apart for me to see, 
All the pieces separated were never needed to be me.
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Lara Nelson (Rainseed)