Cracked Not Broken

Fate did not concur with a peaceful pact, 
Of Miranda rights I was unaware, 
Unpleasantry presented as a fact, 
No compass 'round a minefield, unprepared. 
 
Tenebrous was my search for the path out, 
Of dull maze, where Monarch of Darkness reigned, 
Dispensing wholesome handouts of self doubt, 
Quelling my quest for exit in restraint. 

I since encountered magic in a quill, 
Rewrote my destiny's lustreless plot: 
Clean slate, new chapter, and ebullient will - 
Cracked and crumpled, yet broken it was not. 

March 8, 2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Dietrich Avatar
March 9, 2023 at 12:50 PM
I especially liked the last stanza. So inspiring!
Lillico  Avatar
March 9, 2023 at 1:22 PM
Thank you, I struggle with the first usually, having the last as an inspiration:)
Turner Avatar
March 8, 2023 at 1:48 PM
Who says poetry doesn't have the power to heal. Great write, Maggie. I use it for therapy, myself.
Lillico  Avatar
March 8, 2023 at 1:55 PM
Me too, healing you is healing me! I’m glad you like it.
Johnson Avatar
March 8, 2023 at 8:52 AM
You have a brave evocative evasive pen. Leaving the reader to be able to truly accompany you on a journey of self discovery.
Lillico  Avatar
March 8, 2023 at 9:08 AM
And that is so eloquently said, thank you for stopping by!
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