Can you see me through that (distorted) lens of yours?

Are you trying to find something you lost?

Do you perceive strength when I struggle, or is it weakness you seek?

Does my movement give you direction, or does it solidify your position?

Can you feel my heart through that (opinionated) mind of yours?

Does it know the troubles that have passed through my life?

Will you see the happiness I had found?

Or restore the trust that was washed away with my tears?

Can you know me with your blade as you slowly dissect what you find?

Will you keep records of all my parts and their positions?

And finally, when you have what you need (are satisfied).

Will you carefully restore my life?

What will you do?

Dissected: JL 12-28-01