PIECES OF ME

I am a lost little boy,

who is scared of the world,

but intensely await the danger,

I know who I want to be,

but linger in a slow dance with what direction,

my mind is full,

but still seems so empty,

I tend to break when least expected,

In the battle we dilly with,

but chase the fear with passion,

my days cradle me with the thought of pure bliss and assurance,

pieces of me come together in the way it was always planned,

I let go of what once was and accept what already is.

I AM WHOLE

I AM ME

I AM A PIECE OF WHAT WILL ALWAYS BE