Several years ago, I started writing poetry. One day I wrote regarding my cleft and I wanted to share the poem with you all.

Piece

Whole but not yet complete,

making her parents fear

that pieces would not meet.

The doctor’s expression tells them the outcome is unclear.

Parents glad that their baby girl would live.

A baby with a broken face,

much attenton to her they would give.

Her parents knew she couldn’t be replaced.

Through many hard years

and surgeries that took hours,

there were many tears.

Through all of this she gained power.

Now this young woman is confident

and uses herself as an encouragement.