A Hundred Lifetimes… ~ #Poetry

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I am eighteen and my life is broken
I need a new one. With no idea how
or where to find one. Some would say
I am too young to give up on life.
They would feel the same if they had
a hundred lifetimes stuck inside their heads
Their voices, their faces swirl around like a cyclone
All vying for attention, needing to be heard
To be remembered. There is one girl
that shows up more often than the others.
She looks like me, could almost be a twin
All but for the scar on my chin.
Riding home on my bike from college, I hit a small pothole
 I flew over the handlebars and landed flat on my face.
Helped up by a passing stranger,
who gave me a hanky for the blood dripping from my chin.
Walking the rest of the way home, I realised
I could no longer hear the voices in my head
They were all gone. I was the only one left
I felt ready to begin my life again…

©anitadawes 2020

Love Broken… #Poetry

Image by Miriam Müller from Pixabay

Love Broken

There’s a sad song on the radio
Love broken like a glass fallen
The scattered pieces only fit for the bin
Somethings can’t be glued together
Nor plastered over
Yet the search goes on
For a love unfettered by pain
Each kiss from a stranger
Tells a story
Keep looking for that kiss
That has no story
Only you in mind…

©anitadawes 2020

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I remember this One… #Poetry

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay

I found this the other day when choosing a selection of Anita’s poems for the book we want to publish, and it seems to fit with all that has been happening…

Broken

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?

©anitadawes 2020