Poem In Progress

The Dangling Participle

Once, I was a complete sentence. 

Subject. Verb. Object. 

A life that made sense.

Then — EDIT!

The author of life left me dangling. 

A participle.

Or am I a fragment? 

Ellipsis . . . ?

Em dash — ?

Modifier without a noun?

Cliffhanger?

Which is it? Which am I now?

I scramble. 

Fight or flight, 

I fight. To rewrite.

I cobble. 

Word after word after word, 

Into sentence after sentence, 

Stacking new meaning 

To complete me again.

Until the fragment becomes a paragraph, 

The paragraph a chapter, 

The chapter a story. 

The novel an anthology.

A gathered multitude, 

Words, voices, seasons and selves, 

A life re-composed 

In more words than the heart can hold.