Soul Mate
A capsized sunken broken stone,
Sat alone on a floor of bone.
Broken in two beneath a breath,
Before the shatter of soul in death.
However, unbeknownst to bones,
A life is but the shatter of stones.
Broken, battered and beaten through,
Until saved when split in two.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2019
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