My inner muse breaks out

I am just a fragile shell of what I used to be
Holding on with fingertips to what
Wishing that the pain would dissipate
Hoping that wholeness will return
Instead what lies ahead are fragments
Save for these things that give me hope
4 blue eyes
4 sticky hands
2 voices calling “Momma”


4 responses

  1. This is sweet! You will be whole again. Wanna know how I know? Because you are here, writing, trying to make sense of your plethora of feelings….. That’s an excellent sign 🙂

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