Torn

Sometimes it doesn’t bother me,
Other times it’s devastating.
 
Sometimes I wish it never happened,
Other times I’m glad it did.
 
Sometimes I feel deformed, broken.
My face and bones were glued back together, but did it make me whole again?
 
How can I accept changes in myself that I did not facilitate?
 
Sometimes there is beauty,  
Other times just the misshapen form of what once was.
 
Sometimes I feel nothing,  
Other times it’s excruciating.
 
Fragile minds
Fragile bodies
Fragile bones
Fragile beings
 
Sometimes I’m thankful for the technology that saved my life,  
Other times I wonder if it was the same technology that nearly ended it.
 
Sometimes I accept that I am forever changed,  
Other times I mourn the loss of what could have been.
 
Mind and body disconnected.  
Separated in one instant.
Lost until they find each other.