Mosaic

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I’m not a whole person….

I’m made up of pieces and fragments,

images and colors from yesterday that fit together somehow….

Was I born a whole person and pieces got shifted–

broken off, becoming dust on the floor?

Or was I incomplete for my first breath,

colors simply filled in through the years–

shades of gray and black.

 

 

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