Break My Parts (part 1)

This was something I wrote when I was 20. One of my first poems. For all the unexplained contradictions of youth.

There's a part that wants to run out and carve a path my own.

There's a part of me caving in, in a world where i'm alone.

There's a part that dying to win, just to prove my worth.

There's a part to just let lose and surrender to whats above.

There's a part that gave Love up. 

A part that seeks it still.

Apart, but just knows better. But apart against its will.

That's a part torn in two. A half-ripped piece of paper.

The part that thinks it's whole, only to realize seconds later.

There's a part of me rushing with no little time spare,

its twin sits, wondering if this world worth the care.

There's a part filled with resolve, a part of my mind made up.

Every plan, a tempered mirror, it's broken pieces still sharp.

There's a part of me proud, with the humility i portray

There's a part of me selfish, always wanting the final say.

There's a part of me afraid, self-cautioned as each step.

Another part with sufficient hate for all the qualities i lack

There's a part of me longing to ascend and be immortal,

A part cursed inside this shell. Weak. Broken and brittle

(Continues in part 2)

Author's Note

All comments are appreciated. This one's a bit long, so i broke it up to 3 parts. I particularly want to know if the length was an issue, please :) Thanks!

Reviews

[JulianaSun]

You have pretty much described how all of us feel. We are a compedium of contradictory parts that through some miracle doesn´t implode. Or explode. Now I´ll move to part two...I´m curious how this story continues :)

J