Do we become who we are
or simply hang somewhere
unfinished, unpolished for all to see
alone and unprepared
not knowing how to be free.
Do we complete who we are
or the pieces of us scattered
of our life puzzle missing parts
and simply bruised and shattered
one among other broken hearts.
Do we remain who we are
or fade into nothingness of death
with no heavens or hell
lost hope in our final breath
as we leave behind a broken shell.