Poetry in Pain
Broken
I watch the mug slip from my hands it is as if it falls in slow motion. All at once the pain consumes me as the mug hits the ground. Painful... Helpless... Motionless...
Then someone comes by your side and helps put you back together, filling the gaps with pieces of themselves. You are made beautiful! But don't enjoy the beauty for too long, before you realize it the mug will once again slip from your hands. Don't fear by the end of the clumsy cycle you will be a mosaic masterpiece.
Mess
Look at me I am a mess.
You think I am strong but I am so weak.
You think I am wise but I am just in pain.
You think I am happy but I am depressed.
Most things are not as they seam.
At the heart of emotion is burning pain, so don't even try to hide it.
The mistakes I regret the most are the mistakes that were punished with heartache.
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