chest cavity torn in two
hollow all along
no tape, staples, or glue
no bandaid or thread
can piece back together
these shards of broken glass heart
the edges create fissures on my hands
when I cradle them
bleeding out in silent agony
fear of failure
prevents me from progressing
though the knowledge is present
I can’t put it into practice
I’ve been liable to make mistakes before
I’m holding the manual,
but it’s all in a foreign tongue
my lack of courage
keeps the broken bits
laying still at my bare feet
too petrified to move forward
my crescendo has hit a wall
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Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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