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Picking up the Pieces

Picking up the pieces,
Of her shattered life,
Every joyous memory,
Lances through her, like a knife.
Time's slipping between her fingers,
Like sand through an hourglass,
The turmoil in her mind,
Never ceases, doesn't pass.
Vicious words were spoken,
Jagged scars remain,
No amount of alcohol,
Can ease the searing pain.
No more sorrow,
No tears left to cry,
She's picking up the pieces,
Her resolve will not die.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 4/3/2017 2:40:00 PM
Very emotive write Kay. Keep up the resolve. This deserves a seven.
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Kay Roberts
Date: 4/13/2017 3:30:00 PM
Thank you, Elizabeth. Your complimentary words are greatly appreciated.