Don't say I didn't warn you a bad poem was coming. Bear in mind this is the first one I've written in over 10 years, and I used to suck at it then.

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Confusion.

Disjointedness.

Instability.

Trying to sew. Sew the pieces of my fragmented life back into one.

A woman, strewn about on the floor like a jigsaw puzzle.

This piece, that piece.

Where does this one fit, Mommy?

But they don't.

I think some are missing.

How to clean up this mess.

How to make myself whole agian.

See, I told you I had a bad poem brewing. Now it's out to torment y'all. I really do feel like I need to integrate myself. I know that disjointedness is the root of what I am going through right now. I just have no idea how to do it. I feel like the Underpants gnomes from South Park. Remember that? Step one: Steal underpants. Step two: ??? Step three: Profit. Here goes mine. Step one: Realize I need to integrate the various aspects of my personality. Step two: ??? Step three: Be my real self. Any ideas on how to get from point A to B? I realize that is a strange analagy, but it seems to fit.

Shabbat Shalom.

-CRbE