Have you ever had one of those days
when you feel as though you are made of glass?
I am having one today.
I can feel small pieces slipping away as I walk
I am broken, disappearing slowly
I can almost see the pieces glistening behind me
like a trail of breadcrumbs.
Will someone follow and put me together again?
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A beautiful poem and a feeling I recognise. Creativity makes mosaics of the broken pieces.
Thank you, Antonia…
Loved the way you penned this! Slowly falling to pieces! Bellissimo, Anita, Bellissimo!
xoxoxo
Thank you!
A cry for help- beautiful, Anita
A lovely comment, Jacquie… Thank you!
A touching poem, Anita. Beautiful imagery and metaphor.
DA lovely comment, Diana… Thank you so much!
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