Old poem

I am bits and pieces.

I am bits and pieces put together so well, that you can't tell im an amalgamation of parts.

I am the memories and lost items I've found along the way.

I am mashed and sewn together.

sometimes, I have to rip myself apart and reorganize.

yet, no matter what, I always come back together looking whole. 

I am happy to be pits and pieces because im everything I love, molded into one.

I am happy to be bits and pieces.