It was inside the breaking where
I sifted through the pieces of myself
to find the ones worth salvaging.
When I was finished, I was empty-
handed, walking away without myself,
holding only a promise that I would
start over from scratch and rebuild
myself into who I wanted to be.
All the pieces I left behind had the
fingerprints of someone else along
the edges and I only want to be from
my own making, not bits and pieces
of who someone else told me to be.
I am under construction;
to be continued… until I’m whole alone.