Fragile, Broken
Somewhere between trauma and healing...
My mind and body fragile, broken
by hands once loved… then violence.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
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To heal, I turn to paper, pen,
sharing thoughts immense,
my mind and body fragile, broken.
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I didn’t see the way out then,
not in fog so dense.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
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Harsh words, forever spoken…
my thoughts have no defense—
my mind and body fragile, broken.
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I was not a lover, but a token.
I’ve made peace and sought no recompense.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
*
Just as strong, I’ve ever been
but with trauma intense,
my mind and body fragile, broken.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
About the Creator
Krysha Thorp
Welcome to my little corner of Vocal! I've been a copywriter for many years after earning my BA in English and Creative Writing. I'm now back to the fun stuff, enjoing short fiction and poetry. You can find me on Facebook!
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