Pieces Of A Puzzle

I am a collection of broken pieces,
a complete whole yet not completely whole.

I am a collection of broken pieces,
instinctively reopening healed wounds to feel at ease.

I am a collection of broken pieces,
a tragic hero to the demons in strangers’ eyes.

I am a collection of broken pieces:
An artwork to be understood.
A poem to be interpreted.
A mathematical equation to be solved.
Pieces of a puzzle lying on the ground…

I am a collection of broken pieces:
Please don’t save me.
This is home.