rivets

small pieces
rather
large chunks
of who i was
have been torn off
lost in our exchange
but it's hard to see
what was truly mine
ownership of identity
left to repair over time
while the pieces used
to replace the forgotten
are new and unfamiliar
was this something sought after
underneath the years
of layers built upon
was it supposed to be here
all along, with me
as i collect them
i have yet to recall
familiar pieces from the fall
can i truly be myself again
maybe i was never that person
that i could have been
maybe as i gather them now
what i assemble will be the truth
the real parts of me
left to be exposed
to be shared and cherished
to breathe again with vigour
to smile again, excited
for what i can become
alongside my heartbeat
carrying my soul
into the next day
ambitiously so