I am losing myself
to the reminder
of the darkness beneath
my skin, and my soul
is stuck in purgatory,
waiting for the healing to begin,
and there is a
subtle shift of chaos
that permeates my very bones,
for this heart may be
ransacked and ruined,
but seeds of rebirth
are already sown.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.