MosaicA 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 |
Stats
193 Views
4 Reviews Added on August 17, 2011 Last Updated on July 30, 2012 AuthorSpitfireGrrrlDallas, GAAboutI've been coming and going from here for a while now. I'll just... stop writing for a while and step away, then come back for a little while. :) It's been lots of fun reading all the new stuff from.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|