A battle - hardened friend once told me, sitting on the roadside curb,
"Sometimes you have to carve out pieces of yourself to stay whole."
I didn't understand what she meant until my life was riddled with empty spaces, bullet - holes in paper walls.
And as the axe swung, cutting out people and memories, I filled myself back up.
Whole.
~October
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Hiraeth
PoetryHireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My es...
