"so i'm a little left of center..."

this is who/what/where i am--
broken pieces of everything i've met,
a collage of people, places, cultures, ideas...
a rough but bright mosaic,
shimmery words and elusive images,
a disturbed pattern of bright pink stars and teal hearts,
made of wispy memories, bold dreams,
still-bloody wounds and engraved scars.

i'm a mess of war paints, lost gems, ink-empty pens,
worn but deeply loved books and journals and anthologies,
a creatively organized yet dysfunctional poem,
made to
rend your heart and
bother your mind and
drench your soul...
a glittering mess of
i've-got-to-save-the-world

[everyone wants to save the world;

i want to save everyone]