Who is the me I am

Tonight my honour was tested
And who will know?
If my soul is shown to be healed
It is tonight
And who will care?
I do
The clumsy motion
Of pragmatic days thrum
To the rhythm of wild
Untested wisdom
You will see
What I can’t see
Because seeing blinds me
You and I became one tonight
Clearly
I am no more nor less than the split
Of me
And yet I am not split
I am whole
Broken
Once
Too long ago to see
Through the blackness
A whole me stands
Loving?
Or fists up?
Who is the me I am?