The Fractured Whole (Once Again?) Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

Can serenity ever cease?
Can one being one ever truly cease?
That which was once whole, can it be seized?
Forever lost, or worn like a crown?
That which was won, must be worn down.

Can that which was, and is, and must be,
now be cherished, like gold, wild and free?
Can it warn of its worn-out state?
For the warming of one coming, or going, to come.

Like horns on a hot head, hurt by barbing thorns,
one must be worn, though seized, or forever torn.
Yes or no, like a tape severed with scissors' might,
ceased to be, in equal ratio, lost in the night.

Thank you, all the same, for the same.
For, I find my answer true,
in embracing the fractured whole, anew.