There’s too much
dis-articulate particulate
vague fragmentation
of all left unsaid
in the air
Everywhere I bend
you break me
and drop the pieces
upon realizing
what’s shattered is sharp
So you’re right
and I’m left
to pick myself up
hope and fear
of the time
I grow the nerve
to feel again



1 Comment

  1. I love the imagery in the last 7 lines.
    So hits the nail on the head for where I am at the moment– wanting to feel again but a little scared and hopeful of what that may bring. A strange space to be in…


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