No Halves Needed
*Note: in retrospective response to my poem, Three Halves*
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I was a lump of clay awaiting inspiration,
Filled with potential, yet without formation.
Now I am shapeless, free to roam the skies,
My body, it seems, is made of butterflies.
And they are preparing to explode into life,
In every direction, from the joy to the strife.
I have had my first love, I have had the bliss,
I have had the pleasure, yet none do I miss.
I had thought I was missing the parts to my whole,
All the searching, I know now, has taken its toll,
I have learned that I need nothing but what is me,
They had made me believe I was broken, you see.
We’ve no castle on a cloud, nor one on the ground,
But this I don’t care, for in you I have found
A completeness of self, I am missing no part,
I have no lost pieces, I am Kintsugi art.
Every moment we share is a page in our book,
One day we’ll reflect on the journey we took.
We take turns writing words, thinking each letter through,
And when the time comes I will read it to you.
Though it will not be easy, I can already see,
I embrace it with pride, you are worth it to me.
For I’d thought I would settle for less than I planned,
But now I will thrive, for you’ll be my man.
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