In Pieces

So this poem is a personal one, as are most writing pieces. I would like to hear your feedback, and if there's anyone out there with any stories to tell, by all means, do.

The pretty patches are strong.

They do their job of concealing the flaws.

The little fissures and splinters

that impair the perfection.

Until she shatters

from the pressure.

Almost

as if you smash

a porcelain 

doll.

Reviews

[A hare off]

Fantastic thoughts behind this poem, at least as I see them. Putting on a brave face, masking fears and sadness with a smile that hurts to wear until that time when it all gets to be to much and we can no longer pretend and the walls come crashing down. Love the procelain doll analogy, it fits this wonderful little piece percfectly.

[Skylar Rose]

Thank you so much ! I appreciate it.

[Baba_Uman]

Awesome ... . Hats off to you 😊

[Skye]

We're made more beautiful by our imperfections, and if we shatter - we'll only have to patch ourselves back together with gold.
I hope to see more of your posts soon :)

[Yehshaihah]

I really like this poem. it conveys a personal emotion in an accessible way. the structure suits the message perfectly. keep writing and keep strong x

[jesserose99]

The little fissures never do hold at the same place, they grow until breakage happens. Great description. I like the reference to a doll too, so easy to break, and so beautiful. nice work.

[Alias]

This is great! Inventive structure, strong imagery, interesting concept. All good things keep at it!x