I am...

A whirlpool of emotions

sometimes too hard to keep up with.

A heart repairman

holding you together until you can stand.

A mended soul

learning to see my flawed pieces perfectly.

A force to be reckoned with

should have known I was beautiful before he said it.

A puzzle made of cut up pieces

still waiting for the glue to dry.

A human

problematic at times to say the least.

A constructor

of homes inside of others.

A sturdy shoulder to lean on

even while I am falling apart.

A poet

or at least I presume I am.

A lover of all things

still learning to love myself.

I am made of a split universe

self hate no longer in the stardust which runs through my veins.

There is no time to change oneself

only time to grow.

This poem is about: 
Me

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