Fragmented

Insanity is like being fragmented. Sanity is like being whole. ~ Elizabeth

Falling to pieces, coming apart at the seams,
holding life together with duct tape
the whole world is nuts...and so am I.
Then, hopeless, giving up, unable to cope
or manage or carry on, I surrender.
Something or someone else might could,
but not me. Perhaps a higher-up,
a god or something could, not me.
Funny thing, giving up...the pieces meld,
the shards take shape, puzzle pieces match.
Renovation, the rebuilt structure
eclipses any dream or idea from before.