Pieces of a Whole

I think,

if you were to ask me to describe myself, Id have to separate my pieces

in order to see the cohesiveness of it all.

Imagine you walked into a tucked away bar and the regulars inside were very distinct.

I think you'd agree that some may look friendly

while others bizarre, but they are all

interlinked in their succinct

reflection of me.

At first glance

Body of Circumstance would resemble

a polished European from France.

Fresh off the plane she looks every bit vain as she sits and

orders the finest champagne.

Just to remain drunk off the chance someone might ask her to dance

and quench the longing and pain

she’s been holding inside

and can no longer contain.

My Body of Determination would look like a tricked out Pimp

who is sharp as a tack.

And because he is used to watching his own back

sips on his cognac while facing the door.

He has perfected the bustle of the hustle in order to score

anything he might need that his life has in store.

And then there is my body of Hurt

who is an extrovert with a need to be liked. She is chatty and fun (louder than some) and knows how to get the crowd psyched.

But don't get it twisted, this girl has existed on a diet of judgment and loss.

If you look at her wrong

she's instantly gone and the memories of you she will toss.

At the center of the bar with her hopes in a jar sits my body of Gratitude.

Her skin is soft and very translucent.

She smells of gardenias but is also quite fluent

in giving herself away.

She always carries an open book

incase somebody else wants to come take a look

inside.

Because she knows there's nothing to hide but so much to be found. And these lessons in life

are very profound to her.

Her attitude is

wrapped in servitude and her faith in others is continually renewed

because her glass is always half full.

And it is this piece that I see

that is closest to me when push always comes to a pull.