Shard
Packing up
with nowhere to go.
Feeling out of control.
Realizing everyone around me
had me as their piece on a board.
Now that I know
what do I do with that?
Feeling in control,
still with no place to go.
Can't move, I'm stuck to the floor.
Copyright © Linda Snipes | Year Posted 2017
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