I am not lonely; I am alone,
though you would likely never know
for all the sound and fury, chaos and light
that fills my days and chokes my nights.
I am not falling apart; I am many parts-
emotions and habits, experiences, art,
bandaged together by a fragile gravity
that I call my self (mystery though she may be).
I am not broken; I am breaking down
the distance between who I thought I needed to be
to be loved and accepted in this world we call home,
and the messy, lovely child of God that is laughing through tears within.