I am uncertain
as to how or when
I lost myself,
and it stuns me
to find fragments of myself
embedded in strangers.
It is as if
each time I was broken,
my spirit would jettison
parts of me
so that I could find them again,
so that they could evade destruction.
This corporeal husk is of no use to me,
for I have been battered and bruised
and left for dead innumerably.
Perhaps that is why we need one another;
for it is within each other that we may find
It is within strangers that we find ourselves.
we are not so broken after all.