Fragmented Identity
Reflection
In the mosaic of self, pieces fall into place,
A face emerges, a story to be told.
Eyes that see beyond the fragmented space,
A soul that weathers the chaos, young and old.
The world behind, a reflection true,
A map of memories, both old and new.
The hands that cradle, a gentle guide,
Through the labyrinth of the inner tide.
In the dance of light and shadow's play,
A being stirs, and finds its way.
Through the shards of a broken whole,
A new self rises, made of shattered soul.
With every glance, a tale unfolds,
Of trials faced, and stories told.
In the beauty of the brokenness, we find
A strength that forges, a heart and mind.