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Aurora in the Ossuary - Broken but bold enough to bounce back

Written: August 14, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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I writhed in the womb of a necrotic hush,
a stygian silence where barghests lurk—
My slack-jawed soul, sodden with oblivion lull,
clanged against the obelisk of despair.

The wound, a molten mouth of aurora,
sizzled with sacred suction—
a fipple

Broken

Never imagined an emotional blow
Could crush a bubbly gorgeous girl's world,
For whom the universe was an enchanting lore,
With bird's songs and flowers in the vase!

                       The garden turned barren,
    

A Broken Piece

I know I messed things up
But you chooses to be in a slump
You had the chance to show up
When I needed you to pick me up
But you choose to break me up

I gave all of me
You have only seen the dim of me
Ignored the worth of me
Choose to take break from me
You were clearly a

Broken but Bold

I was destroyed by life's rough edges, ruthless stones,
Shattered pieces lost in silent tones.
But from the cracks, a fierce new flame was born—
A strength that rose through every ache and scorn.

Each fragment became a ground edge,
the story of struggles fought and led.
Steady, resilient and standing tall.
I rise untouched-- stronger after all.

The marks I wear are

More

More fool me
For hoping you would change,
You promised me the world
Yet everything’s the same.
I’ve told you that I’m broken
And I can barely cope,
You said you’d make more effort
Filling me with hope.
Actions speak louder 
Than your words can ever say,
I’ve already waited forever 
So I won’t wait another day.
I’m not sorry that we’re over
I’m sorry that

FRAGILE VESSEL Broken But Bold Enough to Bounce Back Contest

FRAGILE VESSEL
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Poem written for and submitted to “Broken But Bold Enough to Bounce Back” Poetry Contest, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, sponsor, August 11, 2025.

They gathered like shadows,
the character assassins~
their whispers their weapons, 
their glances a silent judgment,
truth twisted to fit their narrative,
a caricature of my spirit
painted in the hues of malice.  

I, a fragile vessel,
trembled beneath

Broken but bold enough to bounce back

There I stood at heavens pearly gates 
Waiting for God to decide my fate
I was still a child, though very sick
Hoping my passing would be quick.

Then an angel suddenly appeared
Took my hand and said “not yet dear”
“Hold on tight and I’ll fly you home”
In a flash I was back in bed alone.

Home for me was

The Abyss

I found the old stairs..
The rickety ones.

You know the kind
dusty handrails,
onto cold stone, slick.

Every step may be your last.
Every breath feels like a mistake.

I’ve walked worse, I thought.
But for those wars, at least, I knew
they had an end.

This?
This just keeps on going.

Past the point of no light.
Down where the air gets thick
and the dark gets

Shattered but not Broken

My heart shattered the day my son died
and it has taken months of going through
the motions to feel like I am living again
but I am different as my shattered heart
gets mended by God and my many loved ones
I imagine it pieced together with beautiful patches

No time left

Oh, I have plenty of time darling 
I just have no time left for you, 
I don’t care what you are doing, 
Have done or are going to do.
I don’t see you as a husband now
Heck, I don’t even see you as a friend,
Just so you are sure- it’s because of you
We have reached this

Under a broken umbrella

I was not shaped by a mother,  
but by a wet curb,  
which said:  
“Take him, Lord, he’s no one’s,  
maybe it’s some kind of trick.”  

I learned to comb my sadness  
with a chipped comb,  
pulling out memories  
that pretended to be forgotten,  
but howled

That's what I Get

Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get)
Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?)
Broken heart
Finding out I was never a part...

As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking)
What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?)
I start to hear a familiar sound
My

All the broken people

All the broken people
I look around and see so many
Then I realize I am one 
Of the broken people
All the broken people
Looking and waiting 
For answers that don’t seem to appear
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be seen
Waiting for an answer
All the broken people
Needing to be put together
One more time
Or 
Maybe 
Some of us broken people
Don’t

Broken Glass

Broken Glass

My thoughts like broken glass.
Pieces like a jigsaw puzzle.
I can’t put my finger on the right one(s).
I look through each one.
They look so clear.

Stained Glass

God's light shines through.
I suffered through the process.
Serendipity of stained glass.
When I let go, the colors
amazed me so, and not just that,
but the stories they told.

Fragile prayers

Yes, this earth is

The Banner of My Broken Heart

I was not born to be loved—
but to bleed beauty into silence.
Where others kissed,
I shattered.
Where others lived,
I died quietly—
and rose as flame.

From my heartline,
a river of sorrow carved my name
into the Mount of the Sun.
The gods gave me a flag
stitched with every wound
I’ve ever wept.

Not a flag of nations,
but of nations of the heart.
Every soul

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