Broken
In a bowl filled with moments and memories
I want to be picked up and held gently
By those who fill each crack within
Like lines of fate carved on palms
Those who delight in my healing
Bearing witness to the very soul
That seeps out of me in broken misery
To appreciate the changes I went
Through to achieve this beauty
Breakable turning into something beautiful
And on this journey I age constantly
Collecting these lines pouring out
To create timeless heartbeats in memories
17.8.2021
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest Name: Broken
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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