Yesterday I was okay.
Yesterday there were people to wipe the tears away.
Yesterday I was not alone.
Yesterday I was whole...
But now I am shattered.
Pieces of porcelain skin
lay scattered on the ground.
The painted face is broken
into shards of decaying pottery.
The innocent smile
of a naive little girl
adorns the face of a woman
who broke away from the world.
The face is shattered,
can anyone show me the way?
The pottery shards
are sharp on my feet
as I rise.
The blood
flows fast
and hard.
I rise from the shards
of my old self
and into the skies of
my future
like the phoenix
rising from the ashes.
My blood waters the earth and I am free...
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Author:
Elegant_Style (
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Comments9
Very vivid poetry. I love the graphic as well!
thank you!!
Welcome!
I love the style and the message.
thank you both!!
Very evocative, thank you for sharing
I love the style of your poetry. The picture makes it perfect! So vivid! Thanks for sharing!
thanks you guys!!!
holy moly, can you work with me someday soon on a fusion poem ?
sure, if you want me too
....interesting style. I look forward to your future progress. Really nice xD
I understand what you're trying to say, and on this day, I really needed it. Thank you, keep rising.
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