Simply, I

Me.

What a full word.

What a confusing, misty, loaded

concept.

An idea

formed over years of careful thought.

I am

broken.

I am lost and shattered and altogether

one big mess.

My face is cracked

and my heart is shielded from the hateful words

of those I meet.

However

I am being repaired.

I am healing and my cracks

are filling with gold and silver;

my pieces are being glued together

with molten lava which reflects

my passion for life.

Inside I feel

a fire,

burning brighter every day.

A tingling

from my fingers to my toes

tells me that I

am still alive.

That in every nerve of my skinny body

there are cells

working, moving, desperately trying

to keep me here.

I am powerful.

I am growing, I am seeing,

and every minute I am feeling

what it's like to be me.

Me.

What a full word.

What a confusing, misty, loaded

concept.

It is beautiful.

I am beautiful.

I am confusing and misty and loaded

with mystery and intelligence that maybe no one

has seen.

I am me.

And if that is all I can be,

I am content.