How can such tiny pieces
shatter
into tinier bits?
I find myself
as sand and glass,
their precarious balance
shifting in storm winds.
In a moment,
I could be fragments,
piles of brokenness
scattered
on the banks of rivers
you can’t remember.
How can I turn this fragility
into strength
or is it strong
to know how to break
because it seems
I’ve mastered
the intricacies
of falling apart.
~Patience
This one I read multiple times. You created beautiful images and I was instantly connected. Well done!
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Thank you! I’m glad you connected to the images. 🙂 🙂
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Your last lines pack a punch so powerful I was left mentally breathless for a few moments.
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Really?! Wow! What a great comment. Thank you! 🙂 🙂
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Painful, but beautifully written… amazing imagery too!
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