I sit amongst the broken pieces of my mind
trying to lock them back together like lego
but the pieces don't fit and cut my fingers
like shards of glass against the skin
crimson droplets of creativity used as ink
spilling words onto the page
while my broken mind melts like black ice
mixing with my bloody remains
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kitty the naughty poet (
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Your words are so amazing, I can imagine my mind looking like jigsaw pieces trying to fit together. I hope you are alright.
Wow, that’s powerful imagery ! Well done Kitty, hope you are ok?
Oh no, a bad hair day?!
Yes, hope you are OK. A fictional write?
People assume , recovering from
some of life's, debilitating Traumas
takes a long time, they're wrong
it takes: a lifetime
of early morning, long sighs
and midday's absent gazes
then at night, a shard of coldness
takes hold, once again
and those shattered remains
of a shrunken heart, need to be
picked out
one, furnace of a sip - at a time...
and in-between, all appears
perfectly fine..
(dear Poet
you're awesome, stay awesome
keep Fighting!)
thanks for sharing
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