then suddenly the wound ripped open wide
and all that i was spilled from me
like the tide

from the depths came forth
each segment of my soul
the worst, the best
the parts left to decay

inside me
revealed
shattered
healed
completed
undone

i was left
with all that i was
open for the world to see
my love
my hate
my aching heart
beating for what id lost

when put back together
all the pieces of me fit
the completed mass
whole in itself
when the Crafters hands
laid to rest the final piece

no longer the misshapen
but fitted just right
the wounds of the heart covered
the masterpiece that is me
left to bask in His delight