Pieces

I don't want to rise today.

I just want to

close my eyes and dream my life away.

I'm exhausted, I

am stuck on melatonin...

I think that I

had no idea where

[[the hell]]

that I

was goin', but...

(stuck between the covers)

I thought that I was safe from all

[[life's thunder]];

I think that I

{{was happy}} for

a moment -

scattered out in pieces I

believed that I

had found my serotonin.

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Pull me back into

my essence;

as the moonlight fades its luminescence, I

am summoned by {{fluorescence}}

of the

[[artificial lighting]]...

I'm not here and

I'm not there, but I am

somehow

coming back together;

all my pieces magnetized,

romanticized,

coming back together and

uniting.

*

I feel that I

always want to be creating.

Surrealistically I

dream at night that I

am whole...

but when the sunlight comes

(I somehow)

freewheel into me and crumble...

or can it be I tumble out of me

(and lose)

my shattered soul?

*

I exist, somehow,

(I think)

in pieces;

always searching...

I am molecules of separate worlds (that)

squeeze through tiny holes...

and I don’t know why

(I keep)

spinning in these pin-dot circles,

{hoping that}

you'll stumble (on my)

lucid thoughts

and resist the urge to scroll.

*

In my {wholest} form, I think

that I

am broken.

In the morning, I'm

awoken from the many places where

I stray;

pulled together by

{{the sun rays}}...

drifting back through earthly airways;

only through my poetry can my

{{unspoken many pieces be}}

realistically

conveyed.

Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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This poem was inspired by Salvador Dalí's painting, "Galatea of the Spheres".

Welcome to my Famous Painting poetry series. :) If you enjoyed this piece, you might also like this one, which is part of the same series:

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