Cloaked in moonlight, I slip through the shadows trying to find pieces of me.

I am made by the traces and bits left behind by the people of my life.

My exterior is made of the ones who manipulated me, belittled me, took advantage of me. 

These are the bits that made me stronger with every blow.

 My interior is made by the shattered heart pieces given to me by the people who believed in me, trusted me and loved me. These shards of kindness I keep in my own segmented heart, these particles of goodness mend my broken spirit. One of these pieces, came from you and one of mine you will always carry in you.

02/03/2016