Broken Glass

Poetry, Writing

I would salvage my breath
When I swallow my heart
Once the mind is too hollow to think
Though I will never give up in the fight
If I’m similar to a broken glass
I will make them bleed
If they make me cry

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Stitched in poetry

Poetry

I am a muslin cloth stitched in poetry
This heart string embroidery
I am an artwork
But they don’t look at me
Repelled by worry
I keep it together with a needle and thread
Stitching away thoughts
They won’t escape
Moments like years, too long
My sanity is a patchwork
A blanket from an old people’s home
Left near the bins in the charity shop
Fallen apart too many times
I don’t even know, who am I?
Keep tying knots, saying no
Still, the stitches keep appearing
But I’m always unfinished
If anyone needs me, please complete me