I stare at myself through a fractured mirror, I poke and prod each variation of myself through the shattered pane of glass. Astonished how different I appear in each broken piece as if they were a dream from a different place, that I begin to rearrange each shivered shard picking the parts I like best. Proud of what I've done, I close my eyes and reamerge anew fixing my fractured self.
STAI LEGGENDO
Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poesiapoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
