Mosaic

Mosaic

A Poem by SpitfireGrrrl

I've spent days wrapping myself in shards of glass
making sure each piece was cut, sharp, cruel
just to know that I was feeling everything.
Numbness was starting to creep up, you see, 
mounting the sagging broken steps of my Self.
I have become a Master at breaking things
taking Memories and crushing them fine - like sand
but where each piece is keen like a Blade.
I can dance and whirl on feelings till I Bleed
each turn cutting the soles of my feet
each drop binding the new mosaic of my heart.
smashing the big things till they seem so small
small pieces are easier to carry you know
I'm not losing you this way.  I'm keeping it all.
in bits and pieces that I can handle, carry, consume.
I am a destructive bloody dervish
dancing to a tune Made for me, not by me
pounding, and stomping, dipping, collecting
to keep my Sanity.

© 2012 SpitfireGrrrl


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I like this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


lots of feeling here, very strong massage, nice work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Felt the pain in this one. The poem is very strong and powerful!

Posted 13 Years Ago


sometimes the song of self is bloody, mis-shapen, broken . . . but the melody is still beautiful

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 17, 2011
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SpitfireGrrrl
SpitfireGrrrl

Dallas, GA



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