Alexithymia
I am made from broken pieces
An assemblage of fading memories
The cracks in my mind are a penumbra
To the pulchritudinous of its art.
The surging ways of my
monachopsis are kept at bay by
The mellifluous voices that I have
miraculously been surrounded with.
My ethereal scars have given
Their labyrinthine paths over to the
Palimpsest that is my life
The writings of a new era.
I will make broken beautiful.
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