Missing Pieces- A Poem

Soak in these words

Can't believe that they're mine

So little progress

In such a long time

I started to tear

and rip them apart

Tried to give myself

A fresh, brand new start

But these words and this pain

have defined my life

And can not be let go

Without struggle and strife

So I pick up the ripped pieces

that define me so well

And try to place them together

With some semblance of self

Destroyed they may be

They still represent me

So I'll keep trying

To set my soul free