My being is scattered
In people who walk the earth
With a part of me
That they never returned.
My soul is held captive
In the many pairs of eyes
My gaze held
In the bodies
I connected to
For a fleeting breath.
Will I ever be whole again?
My heart is a broken mirror
Reflecting the sun
The way it dances over the sky
And turns your eyes red.
I will never get myself back.
It’s like blowing a dandelion
And watching the white flutters dance
And in your hand you are left with
A withering stem that will die.
Keep me safe, world.
For my soul is strewn across your ground
Like dust.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Center Stage with Paul Stewart
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler2 days ago in Interview
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Im starting to think more and more that the best poems on here get the least attention…. This is amazing, well done 👏🏼