Mosaic Art
A poem
She's so good at saving herself,
That everytime she falls to pieces,
She manages to pick their broken shards back up.
Everytime she fixes them,
They look a little different.
Like some form of mosaic art.
With all sorts of different pieces shaping her into who she is.
She's made entirely of glass.
That could shatter to bits with one solid blow.
She's living art in all forms.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
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Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
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Childhood trauma dripped with a painful past. All I'm left with is the memories of the wounds you inflicted, My hollowed out heart will forever remain in a cast. The questions that nobody asked. Endless fights that were left with misunderstandings and contradiction. My life was pretty grand when compared to other people's childhoods in contrast. Revolving door arguments that left us feeling like we were walking around barefoot on broken glass. A few of my childhood memories have become restricted. I just want a hug, is that really too much to ask? We were at war with our minds like a supposed sunny day with a chance of rain overcast. With the pain we wear on our sleeve from scars that were self-inflicted. We are just a generation of broken children with an enormous past. My childhood memories are smashed. I became the black sheep of the flock which was absolutely unpredicted. The war going on in my mind is absolutely trashed.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹6 months ago in Poets
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