Division

I made the decision a long time ago that I would remain whole

I told myself that I can't exist in parts

I started to unravel the more I traveled along wrong roads

I thought I was okay

I heard a voice the other day, say to me that every tragedy has made me the woman I am

Decisions I made played a role in shaping me

Waking me from fantasies I thought would lead to happy

The division of me into parts

Broken into pieces

I want to be whole

The voice told me I would be in control of this life

One day I would be able to control the fire that burns

Learn to keep my Jean Grey at bay

The Dark Phoenix is me

The Dark Phoenix Controlling me

Nobody can hold me

I see this like puzzle pieces

But it's harder to work from the inside out

Scratching the surface takes work

Brick wall falls when all the pieces are put in place

Until then, two faces divide Jekyll and Hyde

The sum of the parts complete the whole

Division of amber and gold

Love and hate

Good and evil

Happy and sad

Half and half

Clipped pieces need to be placed exactly as they should be

Moon and sun become one

What is the formula for the division of amber and gold

that would make the pieces whole again?