I promised myself
that I would not
go back to that
reflection
but I am still
attached
to the shards
of glass
embedded
in my skin.
and as I've tried
to pick them
out
there's always someone
pressing them
back
in
the ones I've dug
out
with a sword
I polished
turning broken fragments
into facets
that can sparkle
and there in lies
hope
one day
maybe
all of me
can
shine
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Wow. That's sharp. A great extended metaphor.