The Holes That Make You Whole

There is a hole in my chest. 

On the left side. Close to the heart.

My wife says it looks like someone 

has taken a handful of me

and ripped it off.

I don’t know where I got it

She might be right.

There are small holes in my head, 

Most were closed with stitch or two.

From the time of being curious

and not afraid of the world.

I got the first one when I was one

and last one at eleven

when the world started to scare me

There is a hole in my right earlobe

Small one, where the bone has cracked. 

It looks as if I had a piercing there.

I didn’t. I was in a fight

I have a hole in my soul,

From caring more of death than living

For bigger part of my life.

That surprisingly still continues - less lonely now.

I would love to call it a scar,

but old habits die hard.

I have a hole in my forehead.

From being hit by a car

They say it's magic that I didn't go mad.

I now look like Harry Potter.

I sometimes worry if I've lost my mind,

but don’t know how to tell.

These are the holes I look through 

when I look at life.

The empty spaces that,
when linked together and filled between
make me.

And sometimes with all these holes,

I feel like a damn good and old 

Swiss cheese.