A Being Incomplete

No foreign substance can make you who you are not.

No sun shall exist In a barren void.

You were indeed born in a world of chaos,

but you embraced this chaos 

and raised it as your own.

You must know young soul 

another's body will never make you whole.

You are not an incomplete puzzle, 

but rather water brought to a boil.

You are not half of a being young soul.

But you are indeed a withered tree,

who's essence has been pulled into its roots.

Let your essence free,

so as to blossom just as the souls around you.

Let your power be risen,

and your pride regrown.

Let me see a smile upon your face next time,

and let me hear the words "I love myself".

I stand with you my soul,

and love is the ground beneath us.

Just open your eyes, and you'll see,

Beauty and Power you'll then be.