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A Poem by Lauren Beth

I had been so fragile for so long…

As if at any moment I’d fall.

Shatter on the floor into a million little pieces.

Minute, shredded and sharp little pieces.

Felt I was empty…nothing left.

It was all gone, everything wrong.

A gashing hole where a heart should’ve been.

Happiness a remote, long distance friend.

A foundation once so strong…

Now unsteady, a crack so deep, so long.

Handle with care….

© 2010 Lauren Beth

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Posted 5 Years Ago

Very well written. Really enjoy the rhyming, and the roaming melancholy in each sentence.
I get a sense of pure honesty of emotion, which i admire.

Well done!
I would be very grateful for any comments on any of my poems.

Posted 5 Years Ago

The image provides a stimulating entree... and the words flow with the pulse of an aching heart seeking to ease its burden... to heal the crack 'so deep, so long'

Posted 9 Years Ago

a piece with eloquence... nicely done. - Ed

Posted 10 Years Ago

Nicely said.

Posted 10 Years Ago

handle with care; the frailness of humanity personified in this wondrous write! beautiful, short write! i love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago

heartrending~ beautiful writing~ fragility like crystal~

Posted 10 Years Ago

Beautifully written but such a sad and lonely air - 'Happiness a remote, long distance friend.'

Posted 10 Years Ago

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that creates a strong image in the mind..nice write

Posted 10 Years Ago

One thinks of "Shattered," the Stones song, tho' that's an ironically sassy take. One thinks of broken mirrors, bad luck spells. Or the Sting song "Fragile."

And yes this poem remains pre-shattered, cracked and vulnerable, fragile. eloquent.

What lingers is the architectural sense, how one is constructed of emotive stabilities, a strong foundation, how a major psychic quake can destroy a fundamental sense of habitable security.

Love is the ultimate science of reconstruction.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on October 25, 2010
Last Updated on October 25, 2010


Lauren Beth
Lauren Beth


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