Chopped, Twisted, Full of Holes

I feel like I have been broken into a hundred pieces, thrown into a bottle, shaken, and poured back on to the floor.

I feel like I have been thrown in a blender, twisted this way and that; coming out of it I can barely stand up, let alone walk away in a straight line.


I feel like I have been torn into strips, shaken about, and woven back together; but the strips are not pulled tight enough, and there are gaps where I can feel the air blowing right through me.

I don't know which way is up or down , but I need to put myself together.