Fractured

Fractured

A Poem by Kay

we’re all broken

it’s not just you


glass slippers on our feet

eggshells spread across the pavement


circles are the mind’s favorite shape

we chainsmoke jealousy


she paints her face daily

he forbids himself from crying


there’s nothing natural in this cycle

walking into walls


we have the cure inside our heart's vial

but choose naive misery


hurting others to drug ourselves

a society of cracks

© 2018 Kay


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"circles are the mind’s favorite shape
we chainsmoke jealousy..."

There is a left then right punch to this that just defies definition. You left me not knowing what hit me - I like that!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Kay

5 Years Ago

That's very kind of you Kelly! I'm glad to hear this poem carries an impact, I appreciate your posit.. read more
Kelly Scheppers

5 Years Ago

Welcome back!
Kay

5 Years Ago

It's nice to be back. =) I look forward to reading more of your poetry.
You see the hurt hidden in real people,deep and profound and so sad, life is cruel.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Kay

5 Years Ago

I agree it's sad, we've all been cracked by life in some way. We usually refer to them as our scars... read more
Nope..pretty sure it's just me..Just kidding. This is remarkable Kay! You've caught the broken wing spiraling from the sun and all the walkers beneath oblivious as they pan out tokens for their own remarkable indifferences to abide the need for healing or hiding their fractures. Loved this!! Thank you for sharing it,

Posted 5 Years Ago


Kay

5 Years Ago

That makes you 1 in 7 billion, lol. Thank you for your comments, I'm flattered! I'm glad you liked i.. read more
Perdition

5 Years Ago

And to the other.13 billion? ;) lol. My pleasure Kay.

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