Fragile, Broken
Somewhere between trauma and healing...
My mind and body fragile, broken
by hands once loved… then violence.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
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To heal, I turn to paper, pen,
sharing thoughts immense,
my mind and body fragile, broken.
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I didn’t see the way out then,
not in fog so dense.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
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Harsh words, forever spoken…
my thoughts have no defense—
my mind and body fragile, broken.
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I was not a lover, but a token.
I’ve made peace and sought no recompense.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
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Just as strong, I’ve ever been
but with trauma intense,
my mind and body fragile, broken.
Through pain and grief, I’m born again.
About the Creator
Krysha Thayer
Welcome to my little corner of Vocal! I've been a copywriter for many years after earning my BA in English and Creative Writing. I'm now back to the fun stuff, enjoing short fiction and poetry. You can find me on Facebook!
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
Comments (5)
Uber-inspiring! Well done Krysha! 🩷🌸🫶🏾
"Through pain and grief, I'm born again." The power that holds each of these words' is truly food for the soul.
This was so poignant yet extremely powerful! You executed the Villanelle so perfectly. Loved your poem. I subscribed to you as well hehehe
The repetition really amplifies the pain but also the resilience. Beautifully done.
And you write Villanelles too. This one goes through quite a bit of emotion. Nicely done!!!