Pieces Put Together Again

While all of my pieces are slowly put back together they seem to be scattered, torn and battered they are the person I wasn't meant to be. I am a puzzle of the many pieces I once was, now they are forming a beautiful and distinct inspiration of something bigger and better that came from my original piece. I am no longer a puppet of someone else's will nor am I a prisoner of my body and mind. Even though a simple smell, touch or place will pose a trigger or a memory of long ago. I will no longer allow those senses to control me and what I have become. I now feel affection from the ones I love. I feel the comfort from their warm embraces where before I felt empty and cold with fear that no one dares to faces. Now I can show my pieces even though they are not my whole. I am more to this flesh and blood, my skin does not portray who or lied beneath, my expressions now show how I really feel and my eyes can now tell the stories of all the untold.