Porcelain fists

Porcelain fists

A Poem by Atosa

With porcelain fists you hit

The solid iron door

With a broken hand you turn

Hunched back and spirit low


Pieces of porcelain 

Lying on the muddy ground

The gentle breeze swiping by

Lifting the pieces to the sky

© 2011 Atosa


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Gorgeous imagery - you truly capture the feeling of trying to break free but feeling yourself breaking apart, unable to truly escape.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful write, deep emotions.
Well writ!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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