& here I stand—
in the very place I rebuilt myself,
each excruciating piece
set back into place
only to be shattered again.
For what?
I still wonder,
still sit with the questions,
picking at the echoes of choices
that carried me this far—
too far.
How did I let myself unravel?
How did I allow every part of me
to be ruined
by the same hands
that once gathered my fragments
and called it love?