There is a broken picture on the floor,
The one I tried to tape back together
while one hand was tied behind my back.
there is the statue of a horse on a shelf
near a water glass.
He refuses to drink.
There are fabrics and threads
that I've woven
into beautiful,
scenic,
tapestries,
and a candle in the window
still burning
through the cold winter nights
through all the infinite pools of dark
the candle
is still
burning
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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