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a fading scar above a healing heart

with memories firmly etched in time

I find solace anchored in reality

but still floating in the ether

fragmented and scattered, but learning still

finding ways to make the pieces fit

the patterns of youth were torn apart

and now are forming into something else

but not quite fully assembled

I'm only beginning to see new patterns

through the chaos of a turbulent soul

finally finding a place to belong

but it may not find peace there

it's only when you think you've lost everything

that you truly realize how precious every moment is

and how easily it can all be ripped asunder

but that knowledge is of little comfort

when the maelstrom is still whirling

and looming just outside your safe little bubble

a constant threat of uncertainty and pain

a sudden epiphany, a moment of startling clarity

before something has to change, and I realize that this time is pivotal,

anyway i go, it's a russian roulette, something precious is taken,

and the slowly forming patterns are bound to be realigned

bang, a friend gone, bang, a safe haven taken, bang, stability lost

BANG, an accident

it wasn't supposed to be this way, but who am I to say that?

Maybe one day something will save me from myself,

because I seem to keep finding new ways to hurt myself.