Am I dreaming this?
I see myself
observing me.
I'm both spectator
and unwilling attraction.
Once again,
I see myself shackled,
bound, and unfreed.
My face of courage
sees my torn, damaged existence.
I count the wounds
and feel the torture
afflicted by my abusers.
My eyes hold surprise
and sadness,
as I recognize myself
as the ridiculed attraction.
My soul weeps
and search for
protection and comfort.
I muster the strength
to see myself,
and confess my fears
and mistakes.
I embrace my unresolved issues,
give life to dying dreams,
and create a new foundation.
One touch
brings my divided selves
together.
I use love to
hold, bind,
and secure my existence.
Never agaain
will I lose
my most valued
possession,
me.
My new foundation
starts a sturdy
complete structure.
I recognize self
regardless of 
the blemishes
left by others.
I cherish
and thank God
for every lesson
learned,
or not.