Thursday, April 09, 2020

Scattered Pieces

On the righteous winds
of bitterness
i scatter

heavy
into the breeze
goes the dead matter
that renders me
uninhabitable

i am floating
carried away
remade

take what's left
make every piece
of what remains
feel safe

am i home
or just finally
undone?

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