The Parts
There are small parts of me
Struggling to save the larger parts of me
that are wandering aimlessly
I try hard on most days
To wrangle
to gather the chaos
force it in line
behind the parts of me
that are desperate to pull me away from the haze
Some days I succeed
To push all the chaos away
for moments at a time
And, it is in those moments
I come to believe
all the parts of me
will once again unite, align
without chaos controlling my mind
I think I am romanticizing those small parts of my life
That offer moments of reprise
It is my minds way of
striving to make some new, rewarding life for me
all the things I'm hoping it will be
I fail mostly
In these early day attempts
To straighten this thing
To blend it into anything actually defined
I am simply romanticizing small parts of my life
in a desperate attempt
to survive
I tell myself it is too early to expect a straight line
from the broken path that is now my life
I tell myself to give it time
But
The small parts of me
that remain vigilant and strong
ignore most reason and logic
they race and run and constantly try to wrangle
the panic and fear and anger and despair
behind and with and toward
the romantic parts of me
that want and believe
those are the parts
no matter how small
that will ultimately save me
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