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