Saturday

fragmented





i feel so frag men ted sometimes

as if my life is an ornamental glass lamp

that has been shattered to pieces

and i have to find them all somehow

in every place they have landed

all around the world

as randomly

it would seem

as dandelion seeds...

and i will keep them hidden within myself safely

then piece by hopeful piece

start to glue them back together

hoping that when i'm finished

the light will still turn on

and I will finally be
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complete
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2 comments:

ASAM said...

Very nice poem

Anonymous said...

Amber,this poem is a part of my shatteredness. Thanks for explaining it. Your insight is beautiful love ya mom