Battered self loathed self worthless self. Incomplete phrases, few words defining self. Hold your ground they said, spilt all over self. Where to go what to do What is next? words resounding in my head. Hovering around in blank space when things around are crumbling. how shall collect all the broken pieces of me and patch them together to find my ground? I am like the particles of dust All over and yet no where. Waiting for that drop of rain to settle me down, having found my ground.