Shattered Psyche

[wolven7]

There are Pieces
of myself, stranded
in the outskirts
of my psyche.
With the slag-slab
ideal of living,
(in my heart,
a holistic approach
mattering more than
mastering the pieces)
one crack in the mold
leads to infinite spider-webbery.
One must practice
solidity
and cohesion,
if one is to keep
together.

The Whole being greater
than the sum of its
beginnings,
means that, later,
when there is a need
for separation,
the resulting pieces will be stronger
than they formerly
would have been.
Or so i hope.
But I have noticed a schism
in My realm of the Self:
The Holism Bent,
has lead me to chipping,
like poorly-lain slate.
There lie, shattered,
chunks of my soul,
being Lovingly re-rendered
to one Unit Piece.

I await the arrival
of a new understanding;
one that will lead me to an integration,
a realisation,
a collective acceptance and collaboration
of, and between,
My Whole
and My Parts.
(c)2002 Damien Williams

I've had an interesting past few days. When i feel like writing more, perhaps tonyte, perhaps not, i will. Now re-read the poem. There's a gleaning.

Ta ta