When you break it down –
Breaking-down feels like falling to pieces.

Each piece that represents me, 
Craved and curated through infinite interactions –
shattered in an instant.
Every echo I collected to express the depths of who I am –
feels shallow and pointless. 
All the pieces I collected –
seem to fade into darkness. 

A cocktail of emotions play hostage with the broken shards – 
Weaving anxiety with paralyzing grief, and 
Heartache with numbness. 

Enticing me to forgot, that this process too –
is a part of me.

When you break it down –
Breaking-down isn’t just falling to pieces;
It’s also equally – a breakthrough of the pieces that make you shine.

In a void of darkness, 
My bright spots anchor me – 
To who I am – at my core.
Guiding me – when all else seems lost,
“You can follow me back home.”

Moving through life moments – 
Is about examining which pieces you want to keep,
which you want to let go off,
and which ones you need to seek. 

While gently reminding myself:
This break – is just another chapter in this story. 

Not my start.
Nor my end. 

It’s simply a Piece of Me