Broken And Stuffed

I want so much to be whole.
I feel so fractured.
I feel so broken apart and jammed in to a box.
Not my box.
Just a box.

I don't know what to do with the abandoned part of me.
It is so real.
But I don't enjoy living there.
I want to be free from it.

But I feel so stuck.
Like I don't know how to move pat it.
Like I have no other point of reference.

But I do have other points to refer to.
So long ago.