Halvsies

The systematic

Raping

Of my soul

Left me

More than alive

But less

Than whole

And sometimes

When I explore

The depth

Of my fracture

I realize

It was never

Wholeness

I was seeking

It was the severance

Of my being

A schism

So complete

Looking back

Would be

Like reading

Someone else's story

The visceral reaction

To trauma

Gone

The nightmares

Gone

The guilt

The shame

Those cornerstones

Of my eternal

Hell

Gone

Just

Poof

And all

That would remain

Is this little frame

A new foundation

And quiet

Admiration

Of the half of me

Which wasn't ruined