Once whole, I’ve shattered into fragments,
Each piece a story, a scar, a strength.
I stand amidst the shards, hands trembling,
Choosing what to mend, what to release.
A kaleidoscope of roles and dreams,
Familiar shapes now foreign,
Each shard a question:
Who am I without the whole?
I lift a fragment, light catches its edge—
It whispers resilience,
Another hums with hope,
And yet, some cut too deep to keep.
Slowly, with care,
I reassemble not what was, but what will be,
A mosaic of intention,
Crafted from chaos,
Each piece a vow to honor my journey ahead.
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