Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Pieces of Me

  I feel my only weapons
    are words.
My only therapy,
  phrases turned
    and painted
  and woven carefully
onto paper
  in delicate patterns
    that move and breath
  forming a life force
all their own.

Each letter.
  Each word.
    Each sentence.
….A piece of me,
  ripped from my core
with brute force
  leaving me breathless
    and torn,
  adorned with emotion
and freckled with truth
  forming chapters
    of myself
  in tattered pieces
left scattered about
  in all of the places
    that I have been.

(January 30, 2012)

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