I think it's a safe bet that I'm not broken

But safer yet to assume I'm not quite fixed

Like so many torn and taped photographs

Colors and shapes with jagged edges

Resembling something of their original form

But not quite lining up like once they did

I can't airbrush out the imperfections

And I can't just make a new life

Because it's settled on the old foundation

Which would crumble and fall with time

So instead of creating something new

I take the old life and reshape it

And in the place of the ragged past

Is the patched and almost pretty

Form of what I wish to be